Taylor
I stumbled through the woods, lost. The limbs tore at my face and hair as I tried to push through the bramble. The voice that had led me from the coven’s small house had vanished as I found myself deeper in the forest.
“Shit.” I hissed as I stumbled over a raised tree root, losing my footing.
I needed to stop, gain my bearings somehow. I wanted to use my magic to lead me out of the forest, but a small voice in the back of mind
“Well, this is interesting.” Miriam chuckled as she looked me over. “It seems Mab has sent us a gift. Don’t worry sweetheart, your memories will return soon enough. Fae portals are a bitch on the mind.” “That’s a relief.” I sighed, a weight I hadn’t realized I had been carrying, lifting from my shoulders. “Who exactly are you two?” “Well, I’m Miriam, Queen of the Fae Kingdoms. That looker over there is my husband, King Aro.” She giggled, jabbing her thumb in the direction of the man leaning against a wall. “You seem to have landed in
“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you go back to him.” Miriam said. “He’s just too dangerous.” “You don’t even know him!” I was practically shrieking. “He told me about this war between the Fae and vamps, he had nothing to do with it. All he wants is to be left alone.” “What would you know.” Miriam snarled. “Because of his kind, my twin brothe
Rhazian I sat, sprawled across the oversized recliner, one leg dangling over the arm. I had turned two entire towns and set up residence in a small mountain. Every day without Taylor was torture. I would turn the whole world if that’s what it took to find my mate. I was done being used by Nyx. Rather than fight the bond, I decided I would do whatever it took to keep my mate with me, going so far as turning her and using my ability as her sire to make her stay. A male scurried into the room, collapsing in a low bow at my feet. His mind was open to me as he offered himself as sacrifice. My children had no
“My pack will come for me.” The wolf snarled as I advanced on him. The silver around his wrists and ankles had weakened him, but he still had quite the mouth. His attitude never waned even as his strength was drained away by his chains. He was the perfect first candidate for my little experiment. He sneered at me, low growls bubbling from his lips as I strode toward him. “Let them come.” I chuckled. “Any army of were-vamps at my
Aro “I don’t like this.” Miriam hissed as soon as Taylor had been led from the room. “If she is really what she claims to be, what’s to stop her from breaking the contract without consequences.” “We know demi’s can be killed.” I assured her, taking my agitated mate into my arms. “Witches have been killing demi’s for centuries. If they can do it, I have no doubts the contract can as well. It uses her own magic against her if she breaks it.”&n
RhazianMy children had performed exceptionally well, leaving the discarded body of the dead wolf where they would be certain his pack would find it. As commanded, they left a wake of destruction in their path, one that would lead the pack straight to my doorstep. It had only taken two days for the wolves to seek me out and find themselves bound with silver, locked in the various rooms in the mansion for my experimentation. They had foolishly attacked, thinking my children would be unprepared. Much like my first experiment in turning a wolf, several others had failed. I searched the deepest corners of my memory, trying to dredge up any information I could recall about the wolves’ weaknesses. Silver hadn’t worked. It kept their wolf at bay until just after the t
Taylor Aro stiffened beside me as I practically danced up the steps to the door. Even had I not known about the hybrid’s war; it was well known throughout the witch’s world that Fae were a particularly tasty treat for vamps. Rather than be afraid of the vampires standing guard, I marveled at their self-control. My mother had always told me that vampires would lose themselves to a feeding frenzy at the slightest scent of a fairy. I wasn’t sure why the presence of so many of them didn’t unnerve me, but I didn’t waste time considering it as I made my way to the door. As if he had be
I woke up panting, unable to catch my breath. The room was still bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, but it wasn’t enough to chase away my nightmare. I rolled on my side to find Rhazian sleeping peacefully beside me. I couldn’t help noticing he had chosen to stay about the blankets. He looked angelic when he slept, his arm casually tossed above his head, his lips parted slightly as his chest rose and fell to the steady rhythm of his breathing. I couldn’t resist letting my fingers play through his shortly cropped hair. “What are you doing?” his voice was husky as he grabbed my hand from his hair. My heart was racing as I tried to pull my hand away only for him to hold it tight against his chest. The moonlight filtering into