“They don’t like me,” Andrei pointed out.I had noticed the same thing, of course. My father and brother—it was going to take a very long time to get used to that—clearly had qualms with Andrei. It likely had something to do with the fact that he hadn’t marked me yet, I figured. Perhaps they were tr
NataliaMy father.That was impossible.If I had a father, a father who was alive and well… Then why the hell did I wind up in an orphanage?The rage in my face must have shown, because the man’s expression crumpled further. “I can explain. You were taken from us when you were barely three months ol
NataliaI stared up at the man who claimed to be my brother, my mind reeling. The resemblance was undeniable—the same eyes, the same bone structure, even the same stubborn set to his jaw that Damon always made fun of me for.“Who are you?” I blurted out.“David.” He took a step closer. “My name is D
I tackled the rogue from behind, driving him away from my son. We rolled across the ground, his claws searching for my throat while I tried to keep my knife between us. He was stronger than me, and with only one good arm, I was losing.“Natalia!”Andrei’s desperate shout came from somewhere behind m
NataliaAndrei and I immediately jumped into action, forgetting our brief tryst. He grabbed his knife from beside the sleeping bag while I reached for the silver-tipped blade I’d tucked under my pillow.We crept to the tent opening, and Andrei listened for a few moments before he held up three finge
That did make me laugh, actually laugh, and the sound felt foreign in my throat. When was the last time I’d laughed? Yesterday? A week ago? The days had started blurring together. It could have been years and I wouldn’t have known.“See?” Andrei said softly. “There’s my girl.”My laughter turned int