LOGINDamien said nothing. Elizabeth didn’t push him further. There was still time to enjoy the show. No rush. ⸻ Damien’s tongue dragged slowly along the curve of her neck, gathering the thin, bright line of blood on her skin. Liz shuddered, her hips rolling as she pressed up hard into him. Her hand s
The room had been shrouded in silence for a long time. Kerry glanced between the two people once in a while. Both stared at each other without saying much. This was supposed to be an interrogation, yet it seemed more like an awkward first date. ‘This Damien is truly something else,’ the Nephilim t
Liz looked around the place curiously. Just then, she heard footsteps coming from the bedroom. The Vampire who had occupied her thoughts for a long time made an appearance. Damien was dressed in a white shirt and loose pants. His hair was a bit damp, clearly indicating that he had just come out of
It was all very strange. Liz replayed the encounter multiple times in her head, and it still didn’t make any sense. She already had so many questions. Why did Damien look so different? How come he had ignored her? Did he even recognize her? That’s right. The look of confusion on his face when she
A beautiful woman walked beside him. Liz blinked. Then she leaned closer to the glass. No. No, that couldn’t be! Her eyes widened as she stared at the man’s face. She knew those features. She had seen them countless times before. There was absolutely no way she could mistake him for someone els
“Take her.” He made a gesture, and the two men behind him stepped forward. Liz tried to struggle against their grasp, but it was no use. They easily overpowered her. From their pale faces and superhuman strength, it was easy to categorize them as vampires. Not only were their clothes strange, even
Liz sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clenched in her lap, the morning light pouring through the curtains and turning everything golden. But inside her chest? Everything felt heavy, aching, slow. Her limbs were weak, her vision occasionally blurred, and her head throbbed with a dull, stubborn pa
Liz was tired, and Phoenix was the very last person she wanted to talk to. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t blame him. He was the one who had purchased her with money, brought her here even though he had a fiancée.When thinking about the fierce woman that had confronted her earlier that day, s
When Lord Baylon learned of what had happened, he k ew it would be a matter of time before Damien showed up. Phoenix wouldn't tell him anything. He had been waiting at the entrance ever since he got the report. The moment Damien stormed past the car, Baylon’s face twisted with shame—his estate, his
Liz pressed her face into Damien’s chest, trying to quiet the shaking in her body. His hand moved slowly up and down her back, steady, cold, there was no warmth in him, but she was comforted nonetheless.She thought about when she'd found out about vampires. Her mind was dragging her into the memory







