ALLISON’S POVI was well acquainted with pain. For a very long time, it was all I knew. It was what shaped me into the person I was today.In the two years I spent as Michail’s blood slave, there wasn’t a form of pain I hadn’t endured. Physical pain, emotional pain – I’d seen it all and the deep scars that cut across my being were proof of it.But this…This pain was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It felt like liquid fire had replaced all the blood inside me and with each beat of my heart, the fire spread, scorching me from within. I was swarmed with this overwhelming urge to peel my own skin off, all in hopes of making the pain stop. It was absolutely unbearable.It wasn’t like a physical injury where you could at least pinpoint the source of the pain; heaven knew how much I would have preferred that. No, this pain came from within. No origins, but I felt it everywhere.Every inch of my skin felt hot, like someone held a flame close enough to my skin to cause extreme discomfo
DAMIEN’S POVDammit!I stood there staring at the empty spot where she’d stood, my head clouded with all sorts of thoughts. She was gone, and since she’d teleported, there was no way I could track her down. My gaze fell to the headless body kneeling by Al’s reading desk and my mood soured further. The witch had made sure I could get no information from him either. That was probably the whole reason for her appearance in the first place.What a bloody shitshow.I sensed the confusion in the room as the hunters that had gathered took in the bloody scene. Between the headless vamp and the female who’d disappeared before their eyes, there was a lot to be explained but at the moment, I didn’t care to do so. The time that would be wasted explaining the situation to them was time that could be spent on something more important.Al was still missing and this whole break-in only made matters more complicated. It wasn’t just the Royal from that night we had to worry about.Why were there immort
DAMIEN’S POVI stood there in shock as my eyes took in the gruesome scene. There was no trace of the vamp’s head in sight, only a mix of finely crushed skull fragments and brain matter. His head was missing from the point where the collar had sat on his neck. All that remained of his head was the deep crimson that painted the walls and floors of Allison’s room and of course, bits of skull fragments and brain matter here and there. Given my line of work, I was well acquainted with the sight of gore and carnage but a wave of nausea hit me as I took in the scene and the pungent smell of blood in the air wasn’t helping matters.His head had bloody exploded. What a brutal way to go. Leave it to an abomination to think up such a deranged way to kill a person. ‘’Do forgive me for the mess.’’ The female said with a deceptively polite smile as she swiped at her blood-stained cheek with the back of her hand. She only succeeded in smearing the blood across her face rather than cleaning it like
DAMIEN’S POVAllison never left her room unlocked, no matter what. Whether she was in the room or not, she never failed to lock the door. It wasn’t because she didn’t trust us, and it wasn’t because she had something to hide. No, it was a trauma response, one that stemmed from years of brutal abuse.She was forced to live as a blood slave for so long, allowing countless vampires to have access to her body whenever and wherever they pleased, all against her will. Even though she knew well a locked door wouldn’t stop an abomination intent on hurting her, she needed the locked door to give her the illusion of safety. It was the only way she could sleep.Inching closer to her bedroom door, the sound of careless shuffling carried over the sound of the blaring alarm, and I went on high alert. There was definitely someone inside, and it sounded like they were rummaging through her things. With my gun loaded, ready, and away from my body, I peeked through the half-open door, making sure to be
DAMIEN’S POV “She’s what?” I asked the old man for clarification, not believing the words that were casually spilling off his scarred lips. I stood in his office, glaring at the greying man that calmly sat behind the mahogany desk. The doctor—whose presence was wholly unnecessary in this situation—stood to his side with an uncomfortable expression on her face as she glanced from me to the leader. The leader heaved a sigh as he leaned into his desk chair, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose in what seemed like frustration. Frustration he had no right to be feeling. I was the one who was frustrated here. It hadn’t even been a full day since I’d left on the mission he’d forced me to go on, yet within that short span of time, all hell had broken loose in my absence. “I said she’s gone. She's missing. We’ve tried locating her tracker, but she left it in the facility.” “How could you let this happen under your watch?” I yelled at him, my hands slamming into his des
Standing directly in front of me, I had to crane my neck up just to meet his gaze. That was the first time I took note of just how tall he was. I’d known he was tall; I’d assumed as much from watching him from the rooftop that fateful night, but up close like this… He towered over me, making me feel short. And by no means was I considered short. At 5’10, I was technically taller than the average human male. But then again, he wasn’t human.Just like that night when we’d first met, his bloodstained eyes remained fixated on me, unblinking, the crimson orbs boring into me like they saw through my very soul. Fear stirred up with each second longer his crimson gaze lingered on me, but I refused to let it show. The part of me that prided itself in strength refused to show any more weakness to this male.“It’s a shame that it had to be you.” He started, the timbre of his deep voice erupting goose pimples all over my skin. It could have just been my imagination, but his face looked almost mel