LOGINThe realization made her grin. Her sweet man. All flustered by his own emotions. It was hard to believe this was the same Vampire who'd lived for centuries. ” I love you too, daddy “ ” Can you...not?” ” Ah? But you are my daddy, aren't you? I've just been...so stressed lately “ She pouted, then
Liz thought getting Damien out of the house would make him loosen up. She had a feeling his brother was behind his bad moods. Well, it's not like he'd been a cheerful person before, but he also was never this sulky. ” You want some?” She slowed down at a stall that sold caramel apples. They looked
“No shit.” Like that wasn’t fucking obvious. “What do you want?” “I want to talk.” His voice softened, but that wasn’t nearly enough to make Via let her guard down. No, her mind was already made up. They simply couldn’t work. Once they located that fucking witch, she would leave. “There’s nothing
“ You think I can ever stop loving you?” The words themselves were meant to bring Kerry some comfort. But the way Silas said them made it seem like it was something he had to settle with. The fact that he couldn't stop loving her. Was it an inconvenience to him? Was that what she was now? ” I don'
“You don’t have a heart,” she said. No apology. Just more salt to an already painful wound. Silas stared at her wordlessly, jaw clenched and eyes eerily empty. He turned and left, saying nothing in response. Kerry lay back down on the bed, staring absently at the wall. I’m terrible. Had she a
“Can’t sleep?” She shook her head. Silas placed a soft kiss on her lips. His fingers trailed over the marks he had left behind on her skin. The red bruises would heal eventually, but until they did, he couldn’t stop looking at them. And something intensely possessive keened at the sight, viewing t
The wedding reception was small—just a few friends and family standing in a circle in our backyard. There was no music, just the occasional clink of glasses and muted conversation. A table held a simple cake and some drinks. Only Mom, draped in her six-thousand-dollar dress, gave off a memorable imp
He’d started watching her out of curiosity. He told himself it was the need to safeguard his plan. The little human was nosy, likely to poke her nose into matters that were far too dangerous.And if ever the need came to dispose of her—perhaps when she stumbled upon the truth—well, he wouldn’t mind
Damien's kisses were never soft. He wasn't a soft man; Liz knew this. Yet something about this particular display of passion made her think of a wild animal marking its territory. Was she the territory?If he was displeased with her for the little interaction earlier, he didn't say, but he did show
Damien went quiet. She could already picture him frowning in disapproval. “I’ll text you the address,” he said, and ended the call.Liz quickly got up to leave. Ashton called after her, “Be at your house tonight. We’ll talk then.”The hospital was a private one. Honestly, she had no idea such a hosp







