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
Damien wasn’t any better. He was always working. Always gone. Liz didn’t even know what that work entailed. Meetings, banquets, councils—things he never explained in detail. And when he was around, he did spend time with her. He kissed her, touched her, reassured her in that calm, maddening way of
Liz was in pain. But after all the crap she’d been through, her pain tolerance was much higher. So despite the burning sensations in her limbs, she kept all her whines to herself. Damien was no doubt beating himself up over what had happened; she could see it in the way his eyes refused to meet her
Asher’s lips curled up at that, and for a moment, Kerry could only think of Matt—leering down at her, lips curled in a mischievous smirk, seconds before he kissed her. Kerry bit down on her finger. The sharp pain brought her out of her treacherous thoughts. This was why she specifically wanted to a
Liz had never thought of Phoenix as attractive. Not properly, anyway. Sure, she had always known he was good-looking in the obvious way—sharp features, an intimidating presence, the kind of face people noticed without meaning to. But in her mind, he’d always existed in one fixed category: the attr







