Mag-log inSam’s POV..We were in the middle of hundreds and hundreds of vampires, all watching with excitement and focus, like they'd never witnessed better entertainment in their lives.Substances were rubbed onto our bodies by the old men standing around us. They cut off pieces of our hair, collected our sweat, and asked stupid questions over and over again.“You humans dream, yes?”See? Stupid questions…Rose replied immediately, just as she'd been doing since we got here. She did everything they asked with a sense of excitement, even giggling whenever they applied whatever it was to our bodies.My eyes, on the other hand, had been fixed on the floor the entire time. I couldn't care less about looking at these monsters right now.“Thus, have any of you, during an afternoon nap or night slumber, seen our precious Lord in your dreams? Or perhaps a faceless man, I suppose?”I shook my head as gasps and murmurs filled the air. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.“Speak, son.”One of the older
Patrick’s POV..I drove the knife down with full force, my eyes squeezed shut as I waited in the silence. I froze in place, unable to move. I didn't want to open my eyes… I didn't want to see.I slowly opened them, sucking in a sharp breath as a groan escaped me. My gaze fell on the knife, which had stopped barely an inch away from his chest.I couldn't do it…I couldn't.Another sob escaped me as I gripped the knife tightly, trying to force my hand down, but it was as though my own body was against me, as though my own mind repulsed the thought. Another loud sob broke out of me as I pressed my palm tightly against my mouth, but it was too late…His eyes slowly fluttered open.He blinked once, then twice, then three times as he stared at my wide-eyed face. He slowly looked down at the knife I held, his brows pinching before a dark, throaty chuckle escaped him.“What are you doing, Patrick?”He asked, his voice calm as he stared back at me. I bit my lip tightly to hold in another sob
Sam’s POV..My eyes were bloodshot, my hands clenched into fists, and my breathing unsteady as the women behind me walked me down the hall.Next to my side…Her.Anger, betrayal, and a deep amount of sadness flowed through my veins. My body was here, but my mind…My mind replayed the last hour over and over again.Her words.His words.The embrace.I was about to go mad with how much his words kept replaying in my head.*An hour ago.*I walked to the door and peeked through. My eyes met the stern faces of the men walking by, and I quickly pulled back, hiding behind the door and waiting for their footsteps to pass.When I slowly peeked out again, the hall was finally empty.I slipped out, moving extra slowly to keep the large amounts of jewelry around my neck and wrists from making a sound. I tiptoed down the hall, my heart beating hard in my chest.I needed to tell Rose.Tell her she couldn’t get too comfortable. That, at the end of the day, he was a vampire. That I wasn’t stupid en
Sam’s POV..I sat in the comfy chair facing the windows, my sweaty hands intertwined as I fumbled with them. I chewed on my lips, taking one breath after another.It was getting cold. Winter was coming.I was always excited about winter. Dad had always loved the snow, no matter how many times he’d seen it. He always said he could never “get enough” of it.A small smile came to my lips as their faces flashed through my mind. Her worried face the last time I’d seen her, and his shocked one.The moment replayed over and over as the thought dawned on me.It could be the last time I ever saw them. The last hugs I ever gave them. The last food she ever served me…The image of a letter reaching them, telling them of my demise, played clearly in my head.Maybe Nicholas would send someone to tell them instead. Or maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he’d never do anything at all, and they’d spend the rest of their lives wondering what had happened to their son.I swallowed, my throat feeling as though i
Patrick’s POV . . I stared at the moon, listening to the sound of crickets, animals, and every other thing that roamed the forest. My eyes picked out the mosquitoes, ants, and insects going about their lives. It would have been a great midnight if I had actually been paying attention to them instead of replaying everything that had happened in the last few hours. My mind was filled with Father Gabriel. My thoughts were occupied with Sam. And my mind was swallowed by Cassian. His words kept replaying over and over in my head, making absolutely no sense. Kill Sam? Kill my friend? For a war he knew nothing about? For a war that wasn't his, nor mine? Anger and rage boiled inside me. “Loyalty.” He kept throwing that word around like I owed him any of it. Like I had asked to be his mate. Like it was my fault any of this had happened. Like I wasn't the one who had been dragged into this mess in the first place! I looked down at my thighs, my shorts raised slightl
Sam’s POV..I couldn't stop thinking about my conversation with Rose.I knew I barely knew her, and perhaps growing up in a wealthy household had made her a little spoiled, but I didn't expect her to be so... comfortable with everything.Being kidnapped was apparently a dream come true. Finding out vampires existed was exciting. Getting married to Nicholas was something she seemed more than happy about.And the possibility of me dying?She'd spoken about it like it was an unfortunate inconvenience.I couldn't understand that part.Didn't she care?Even if she wanted Nicholas, how could she be so comfortable with the possibility of her own twin brother dying?And then there was Nicholas.God, I hated how much I'd been thinking about him.The image of him with Rose kept appearing in my head. I imagined her calling him her husband, him touching her the way he'd touched me, and every time I did, something unpleasant twisted inside my stomach.It was ridiculous.I was the one who had spe







