There are just Christmas mornings, and then there are Christmas mornings like this: when I see my brother Rhys walking around our New York apartment... and smiling. Yes, we are talking about Rhys, withdrawn, gloomy and annoying; about the man who turned sullenness into art. But now he’s not frowning at all. No, in fact, right now he's threatening to pistol-whip me for shaking hands with a beautiful, sweet, scantily clad creature named Jane who just tried to sneak out of his bedroom. Strange. Who would have thought that the Grim Brother was even interested in sex? But it wasn’t his smile or his suddenly awakened libido that unsettled me so much. Something terrible happened last night, something that forced my brother to break his own rule and save a mortal's life. Whatever it was, he now remembers nothing of the last two hundred years of his life. He wants Jane so much that he makes himself forget that he is a vampire and goes back to a time before he was turned and our family was destroyed. He paces around the apartment like a Regency viscount, saying things in an English accent like, “I acted like a troublesome, full-on fool.” Did we really ever talk like that? So Rhys doesn't know he's a vampire, and neither does Jane. That's what I call a problem. The only thing I know is that this mortal has managed to touch the cold heart of my brother, and I, Sebastian Young, will do anything to help him keep her...

Translation: Calle (ch. 1-14), MadLena (ch. 15-28); editing: Viktoria (ch. 1-14), Seyadina (ch. 15-28); Russian cover: sonata.