L.M.Davethの小説

Lena's POVPast midnight when I finally dragged myself upstairs.Crib was quiet. Most residents are already asleep. A few vampires lingered in the main hall. Speaking in low voices over drinks. Tormund went to bed an hour ago after I'd promised him I'd do the same.I was halfway down the second-floor hallway when I felt it.A cold oily sensation sliding across my skin like ice water. Air pressure changed. The temperature dropped so fast I could see my breath.Something was wrong.Stopped walking. Hand instinctively going to small protective charm in pocket. Lights flickered once. Twice. Then I went out completely.Darkness swallowed the hallway."What the hell?" Muttered.Low guttural sound echoed from somewhere ahead. Not quite growl. Not quite hiss. Something worse.Then I heard it. The door crashed open. Heavy footsteps. The voice I recognized."No. Not again. Not now!"Darion.Ran toward his room. Heart pounding. The door is wide open. Could see him inside illuminated by pale moon

Lena's POVTwo days.That's all we had left before Julian came back. Honestly, I wasn't sure which threat scared me more. An ancient vampire who wanted to tear Darion apart or supernatural council Elsa was dragging into my business.Either way I was screwed.I stood behind the bar nursing a third cup of coffee that morning. Trying not to think about the mess my life had become. Crib was quieter than usual. People are still on edge after Elsa's visit. Couldn't blame them."You look terrible." Tormund appeared beside me. Concerned frown."Thanks. Exactly what I needed to hear.""Serious Lena. When's the last time you slept?"I thought about it. "What day is it?"He sighed. "Can't keep going like this.""Watch me." Took another sip.Truth was I hadn't slept because every time I closed my eyes I felt it. The pull. That stupid irritating relentless tug in my chest pointing directly at Darion's room like a twisted compass.The mate bond was getting worse.At first I was just aware. Sense of

Lena's POVThe moment Elsa swept out the door the room erupted."Did you hear what she said?""The council is coming!""Need to leave before this place gets shut down!""Knew this was too good to last!"Voices overlapping from every corner. Panic spreading like wildfire, young vampires are already heading for the stairs. Probably to the pack. Two witches huddled in a corner whispering frantically, even some werewolves looked ready to bolt.Felt my Crib crumbling around me."Everyone calm down!" Shouted but voice barely cut through the noise.A sharp whistle pierced the air and the room went silent. Tormund stood on a chair, his fingers still at his lips.His presence was commanding despite he was in pajamas and messy hair."That's better." He climbed down. "Now let's take a breath before we do something stupid like abandon the only safe place most of you have ever known."I walked to the center of the room. Gestured at me. "Lena's kept this sanctuary running longer than most of you ha

Lena's POV"Well, well. We will meet again, little Lena."A voice which was like honey mixed with poison said. I knew that voice and I hated that voice.Elsa.Standing in my Crib like she owned the place. Dressed in black which is sweeping the floor, her face pale, her cold eyes and she smiled like a snake.Everyone was staring, the whole room went silent and I could feel the tension. It was thick and heavy.I forced myself to stay calm, I couldn't let her see she rattled me."Elsa." Kept my voice flat. "What brings you here?"She stepped forward, the temperature dropped, it actually got colder when she moved."Don't play dumb." She said and moved another step closer. "Know exactly why I'm here."I crossed my arms, looking straight into hers. "Enlighten me."The smile got wider, worse. "There was a disturbance tonight. Massive magical surge. Very unusual, it's very powerful." I paused for a moment. Let the words hang. "Came from right here, your precious little sanctuary."My stomach

Lena's POVThe door to Darion’s room practically flew off its hinges under my hand and I stormed in with my anger crackling around me.“Alright, you mangy trouble-making overgrown wolf.. I have had abso...”The words died in my throat.Darion stood in the middle of the room, frozen mid-motion wnd he was… well, he was wearing a towel. Just a towel. A single distressingly small towel wrapped precariously low around his hips.Water dripped from his dark hair tracing a path down a chest that was… impressively sculpted. I mean it was a ridiculously well-built chest. Every muscle was defined from the powerful shoulders down to a stomach you could probably wash clothes on. My brain short-circuited and my face flushed with a heat so intense I was surprised my hair didn’t catch fire.A deep unwelcome curl of arousal tightened in my stomach and I immediately hated myself for it. It’s the bond, you idiot, I screamed internally. Just the stupid, unholy mate bond making you think the apocalypse de

Author's POVIn the semi-darkness of the room, the only light came from a single candle and the faint swirling mist inside a large crystal ball. A woman draped in a long black gown was hunched over it with her fingers splayed on the cool surface. Muttering indistinct ancient words under her breath, her eyes were fixed on the visions only she could see.The sound of hurried footsteps on outside the door broke her concentration and a sharp heavy knock followed.She hissed in annoyance, her shoulders tensing. “Come in.” she snapped, her voice like cracking ice.The door creaked open and another witch, dressed in similar dark robes slipped inside. “Elsa.” the newcomer greeted, her tone full of deference and excitement.Elsa didn't look up from her crystal ball. “This had better be important, Moira. You've broken my focus at a most sensitive moment.”A sly smile played on Moira's lips. “Oh, you're going to love this. There was a disturbance last night. A massive spike in magical activ