Se connecterAt 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
“I don’t give a fuck what you think,” he said, his eyes locking onto Gwen’s. “You can pack your things and get the hell out for all I care. But you’re not taking her with you. You can go alone.” Damien’s nonchalant words only angered Gwen more. Even after everything, he was still so shameless. “Ar
“What the hell do you want from us?!” Gwen screamed, her voice echoing through the space. Liz flinched beside her. She couldn’t understand how things had escalated so quickly. When she suspected her mom had found out about the affair, she had expected to be confronted, to be called a traitor. Yet D
Gwen’s face fell. Her expression was a mix of anger and disgust. She closed the space between them quickly, and Damien didn’t even try to avoid her hit. The slap landed across his face. He barely even registered it. Fine, if this was her own way of venting her anger, he would let her have it. After
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 couldn’t stop searching for Edmund. Well, it wasn’t much of a search since she knew exactly where he was all the time. He never left his room, not since that one time he tried to scare her. Once the realization that Damien had a son had settled in, once she got over her anger for being kept in
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
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







