LOGINIt wasn’t much of a fight because Asher didn’t retaliate. He only stared Silas down like he wasn’t even worth the hassle. “What the fuck do you want with my wife, asshole?” There was a large hole in the wall now. Kerry was already calculating just how much it would cost to fix it. Asher rolled his
“Patience,” Alaric said. Asher was about to say something, but a pained cry tore through the room. It had begun. Whatever pain Silas was feeling, it was so intense that he arched violently off the bed, as though invisible hands had yanked him upward. His fingers curled in on themselves, nails biti
They decided that since Silas wasn’t going to just admit that he was possessed, they would perform some sort of exorcism on him. Kerry would laugh at the whole thing if that wasn’t basically her husband being dragged into some underground dungeon. Silas watched the whole thing happen with a look of
At this point, Silas was helpless. Kerry had no choice but to believe Asher, even though she really didn’t want to. This wasn’t her husband—she knew this. She knew Silas like the back of her own palm, and this just wasn’t him. She tried to get off him, but the vampire hissed in protest. His eyes we
Her husband was still the way she had left him—with that damn stake in his chest. Honestly, she didn’t know whether having these men hovering over Silas was such a good idea anymore. Asher had assured her that his father and uncle would find a solution to her husband’s sudden… chaotic behaviour. At
The last thing Damien wanted was for this to happen—now, of all times. Okay, maybe he hadn’t cared about Gwen finding out the truth, but he also hadn’t expected her to throw this much of a tantrum. And certainly not in front of him. His jaw tightened as he stared at the man who had just stepped out
She cracked her door open, eyes darting left and right for patrolling maids or guards, or any Royal that might have missed their way. When she saw no one, she slipped into the hallway like a thief and hurried down the stairs toward the kitchen.The kitchen was empty, warm, and filled with the faint
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
In the Shower, Steam curled around Damien, water sliding down the hard lines of his shoulders. He barely felt the heat; his mind was far away—stuck on the memory he’d been trying and failing to drown.The scene from earlier played in his mind, he couldn't think of anything else.Damien shut his eyes
A day passed and she heard nothing from him. Two days, three days, ontil she finally concluded that he had lied to her. He wasn't willing to fulfill his promise. She was pissed. Liz didn’t speak to him for days.Every time Phoenix tried to meet her gaze, she looked away. She believed he had lied. Wo







