MasukIn 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
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 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
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 woke slowly—painfully.Every part of her body felt wrong. Her ribs throbbed. Her throat burned. Her limbs felt like something heavy and useless. Even breathing hurt. She couldn't remember ever being hurt this badly. It felt like she had to Perl her eyelids open forcefully. She was met with the w
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







