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
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
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
At least it meant he was human—more human than she had believed him to be. A much softer man. The next day, Liz found her thoughts drifting back to her stepbrother? Or was it stepson? Considering that she was sleeping with the guy’s dad. Anyway, she’d figure out the proper title later. It was most
Liz stared at Damien like he had spoken in another language. Or maybe she was imagining things, because there was no way those words just came out of his mouth. The words replayed in her head, over and over again, each repetition slower than the last, as though her mind were deliberately dragging t







