Liam’s POVI was supposed to turn at 5th Street—the road that would take me to Raina’s house so I could check on her. But the scent of blood hit me like a wall, sharp and sudden, coming from the alley opposite me. It was enough to make me stop in my tracks and veer off course.The smell was fresh—not too fresh. It wasn’t the kind that stirred hunger in me. No, this was different. Wrong. It made my stomach churn. It had to be the creature.I moved closer, every step cautious as I tuned out the stench and focused on any sound, any voice.That's when I heard her.“Dad?” Her voice was small, unsure—laced with fear. “You're hurting me.”I froze. My body went rigid at the sound of her soft treble. The fear in it pushed me into motion.Using the wind to clear the scattered trash and broken bricks in my path, I sprinted forward.“Just one bi—”“Raina!” I shouted, reaching her just in time—moments before the creature could sink its teeth into her.I yanked her up from her knees and pulled her
Liam’s POV The second Raina stepped ahead of me, I felt it.A shift. A stillness. The kind that didn’t belong in rain or city noise. The kind that raised the hairs on the back of your neck. Like we were being watched.Raina didn’t notice. She kept walking, unaware I’d stopped. I wanted to catch up, pretend I was overthinking—but the presence... they were vampires.“You coming?” Raina called, her voice faint through the downpour.I forced my legs to move, wanting to be near her, even if it was for something as grim as tracking down her missing parents. Still, the unease lingered. I couldn’t follow blindly—not if we were being watched. Not when the clan wanted her dead.I shot her an apologetic look, then glanced at the rooftops. Her eyes followed mine, squinting through the rain. She turned back, raising a hand in question.“You okay?” she shouted, barely audible under the pounding rain.She didn't notice anything. Good. Maybe I was just being paranoid. I took a step forward, about to
Raina’s POV The rain had turned the streets into rivers, making the road deserted and difficult to walk in. I trudged through the waters, careful not to let myself slip against the rising current. My legs were tired and heavy, the chilling wind blowing softly against my drenched clothes.I drew Liam’s jacket tighter around me, trying to block out the cold as I kept walking at a steady pace, waiting for him to catch up.He promised.He would come.My teeth chattered, goosebumps breaking out across my skin, yet I waited patiently. The urge to turn around and help him was overwhelming, but I fought it. Going back now would only make me a liability, so I kept my gaze fixed on the trail of water flowing down the street, letting my thoughts drift with it.A vampire had agreed to help me—just because I asked. It felt too good to be true. As much as I welcomed his help, a nagging feeling in the back of my mind wouldn’t let me fully trust him. He had to have an ulterior motive—or at the very
Raina’s POV I clung to Liam like a lifeline, like somehow, his arms could stop the years of aching silence from echoing through my bones.His warmth seeped into me, steady and grounding, even with the rain still pelting down around us. I didn’t care. Not about the cold. Not about the wetness soaking through my clothes. All I cared about was the quiet truth I’d seen in his eyes—he meant it.He was going to help me.No one ever had—not in this way.When I finally pulled away, I realized my fingers were still wrapped around his shirt, knuckles pale, like I was afraid he’d disappear the moment I let go.“Sorry,” I whispered, my voice raspy from crying.He just shook his head and helped me to my feet, his hands never leaving mine. “You okay to walk?”I nodded, even though my knees still felt shaky. “Yeah… just don’t let go.”He gave me a crooked, almost broken smile. “Wasn’t planning to.”We didn’t say much as we walked. He offered me his jacket—not minding the fact that he was just as so
LIAM’S POVIt had just started pouring when I spotted her.I wasn't planning on running into her—not really. I'd been on my way to the town's county hall, in search of Daniel's registry file. Even though I pretty much knew who he was, I needed to know his background—his connection with the devourers of the past. That's when I saw her.The way she stood under the downpour, hands rubbing small circles over her chest—something was wrong. People around her were running about seeking shelter, but she remained rooted to one spot. I wanted to ignore her, to focus on my mission—she didn't need any more of my presence around her. Not when my clan would be watching, waiting for me to bring her head. I stood at a distance, watching her closely to make sure she was fine before I moved on.The storm cracked overhead, the sharp scent of wet pavement and electric sting of lightning wafting through the air to mask her faint human scent. I almost lost her between the handful of people running for cov
Raina’s POV As if like a warning, fat droplets of rain began to spit from the dark clouds overhead, forcing me to unfreeze where I stood, staring at the cab disappearing down the road. Who the hell had I just given my number to? I was already getting weird vibes from him, and I barely knew him. A drop landed lightly on my forehead, reminding me of the brewing storm, I pulled my hoodie tighter and resumed my walk. County hall loomed a block away, its glass doors shining faintly under the flickering streetlight. I half-jogged, half-ran through the gusts, bracing myself against the cold. Inside, the air was warm, stale, and slightly buzzing with the hum of fluorescent lights. The receptionist barely looked up at me as I passed, too busy tapping at her keyboard. I knew Uncle Garrett's office was on the third floor, and the elevator, old as it was, groaned under my weight as I stepped inside and punched the button. My heart was pounding—not just from the hurried pace but from the reve
Raina’s POVThe brewing storm outside was a reminder of how empty the house had become. I lay on the couch, letting the chill wind slipping through the windows wash over me.Normally, I’d go outside to wait for the downpour, inhaling the refreshing petrichor of wet grass and earth while Mom made tea and Dad helped with the snacks. We’d talk for hours, sometimes dance in the rain, before finally going to bed. The memory stung just thinking about them. Now, I disliked the rain—disliked the heavy reminder of what I’d lost.I groaned as I sat up, wanting to close the windows. Lying down feeling sorry for myself wasn’t one of my favorite activities—I needed a distraction.Pulling the windows and blinds closed, I paused in the middle of the living room, staring at the medium-sized framed picture of my parents. The mischievous grin on my dad’s face as he raised his index and middle fingers behind Mom’s wavy hair in a peace sign, and the slight crease on her forehead as she stared up at him w
Liam’s POVEven as the words came out of my mouth, I knew there and then, I had no intention of taking care of the rest. All I was doing was stalling. Trying to buy her more time. Maybe if I could prove to the clan that she might have the blood, but didn't bear the gift they would let her be.And all that shit I said to Silas? The Wycliffe having knowledge about the creature? Hell, I was getting myself in way more trouble than I'd intended to. Vampires didn't feed on other vampires as a way of killing them, they staked them. Burnt them. Killed them the old fashion way, like humans did— just not my clan. Ian wasn't ruthless and unkind like other leaders, but when it came to punishments —especially for breaking an oath—fuck! Bro could be brutal. A shudder ran down my spine just thinking about it.I had to work my way out of this, and fast!Stopping in front of an abandoned mansion, I listened in for any sound. Nothing. The old two-storied building stood tall, like a haunted house stra
Liam’s POVI didn’t usually listen in on people. Once it came to the Devourer, though, I couldn’t help myself. The teen in front of me went on and on about something concerning school and boys; I barely paid attention. For a small restaurant, there were a lot of distracting conversations.I tried to focus, narrowing the voices until I found Raina’s. It was faint and weak, yet I could hear it clearly now.“Help—help me. My sis…ter.” It was taking my willpower not to abandon her sister and run to her aid. I knew she was worried because of me, but she didn't know me so I couldn’t blame her. I could never harm a child. I tried to maintain my composure, tried to act like I was interested in whatever the kid was saying. Just a nod and a chuckle occasionally was enough to keep her talking. I listened in again, this time the voice seemed to have doubled, and I couldn't hear Raina’s, only the stranger she'd run into.“Someone call the ambulance, she's not waking up.”“Get cold water!”“Give