LOGINHis fingers closed over hers quickly. If she didn't know better, she'd think he was panicking. “Get lost.” Liz studied his face for a long time. Did he really want her to get lost? She liked that exasperated look on his face so much. It was an expression she'd hardly seen on her stepfather. That ma
Liz turned away with a small pout. “I was waiting for you.” Damien glanced at her before walking towards the wardrobe. He seemed perfectly comfortable, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Liz watched him change his clothes. She couldn't help noticing that he seemed to be in a rath
Damien pushed a book across the table. It was old and worn but otherwise well kept. Elizabeth glanced at it before looking up at him. She recognized that book immediately. It was one of the many gifts she'd given him in the past. Who knew he would keep it for so long? The vampire lord had been unu
Silas smiled. "Now, I think we should celebrate." "Celebrate what?" "Coming home, of course." Was that enough reason for a celebration? Still, she didn't protest when he kissed her again, wet and needy. The counter edge hit the backs of her thighs and Silas didn't give her time to second-guess i
"Just two days ago, you were begging me to take you in for that exact role," Damien said in a flat tone. "Yeah, but then I assumed, after the time we've spent together, that I would be worth more than just my blood!" "I've known you for less than three days." Liz opened her mouth to argue, but no
Liz lay on the bed for a very long time, but was unable to sleep. The bedding was soft and the pillows still held a faint scent that usually clung to Damien. It was very comfortable lying down like this. But she didn't like being alone. She wasn't used to it. Who knew what Damien had gotten up to.
Everything she owned. A slow chill crept down her spine. Did Damien… raid her room? After this sad excuse of an apocalypse? She pushed the thought away, uneasy. Then she noticed something else. The placement of the furniture in. The large K-pop poster she had over her bed, which she had barely noti
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 was tired, and Phoenix was the very last person she wanted to talk to. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t blame him. He was the one who had purchased her with money, brought her here even though he had a fiancée.When thinking about the fierce woman that had confronted her earlier that day, s
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







