Ten Years Ago
Livia swayed to the hard beat of the music playing on repeat in her earbuds, falling into the familiar, seductive trance that always came when she found the perfect song to match whatever weapon on which she was working.
This one was about playing with fire, about dancing with your demons and feeling at home in your nightmares, even as they haunted you. It made her think of sex with a dangerous, ocean blue-eyed stranger and sweat-slicked bodies moving together in the darkness.
Livia let those fantasies fuel her as she drew by the faint light of the moon shining through the single, high window, her pencil a blur across the page, bringing to life the image of a twisted dagger.
Her eyes felt gritty and her body longed for sleep, but this wasn’t the first time a
Shortly after, all her senses began to sharpen. Her night vision became almost perfect. She could smell impossible things: far-off storms, water, and sickness. It felt like sheโd been living her entire life wrapped in cotton which muffled the world around her, and then, suddenly, the dampening blanket began to fall away. Then, the physical changes started. Her hair lost its color until it was nearly white. Her eyes, once a normal, soft green, were now a green so pale they were nearly silver. Sheโd hated those changes. The magnetism already made her a target, but with them, she became striking. Noticeable. Easy to spot in a crowd. But, with the bad came the good. Alongside those physical changes also came strength, speed, and stamina. Alcohol and drugs had only a mild effect on her, something for which she came to be endlessly grateful. When she turned eighteen, more powers began to surface. She could forge weapons as if sheโd been doing it all her life. Somehow, sheโd just known
Gun raised, but not aimed, she crept on silent feet, trying to listen past the pulse pounding in her ears. No matter how much she trained, no matter how hard she worked to be able to protect herself, the memory, the fear of what couldโhadโhappened never went away. โOpen the door! I know youโre in there. I can feel youโฆ โ Just before Livia rounded the corner into the foyer, she caught the sound of the doorknob jiggling. A hard spike of fear shot through her, making her steps falter. The door was locked. She knew it was. She triple-checked it every time she got home and again before she went to sleep each night. She knew it was lockedโฆ but the only minuscule possibility that, this time, she mightโve forgotten had alarm skittering up her spine like icy fingers. The last time one of them got inside... Her most recent scarsโlong, jagged things crisscrossing her shoulder bladesโpulsed with remembered pain. A flashback of what sheโd lived through, and what sheโd had to do to escape the
Heโll leave. It wonโt come to that, not this time. The savage snarls continued, more animal than man, and Livia turned to brace her back against the cool metal of her door, sliding to the floor. The emotions she always kept tightly contained tried to break free and rise to the surface, making her eyes burn. Blinking away the tears before they could fall, she wondered if she was going to have to leave and uproot her life again. Her heart sank with the notion. The impulse to run, to start over, was strong, but those were old fears talking. She wasnโt the same personโthe same fragile, broken woman she once was. For the first time, Livia finally had some semblance of a life. From the outside looking in, she was sure her existence seemed far from normal, small and isolated compared to most, but it was her normal, and she didnโt want to give it up. She couldnโt do it. She wouldnโt uproot her life and run. The effects of her power would wear off in a couple of hours or even in a few days
Rhye stirred the amber liquid in his glass, watching the way it sloshed against the sides of the crystal while steadfastly ignoring his brother. Joseph. Or trying to."Come on, Rhye. I have been feeling them for a week. Finally got a good taste. Iโll find them if we goโฆ somewhere. Where to go, where to goโฆ '' Joseph mumbled to himself from where heโd been pacing the length of their loft for the last five minutes.Rhyeโs only response was to lift his glass and study the light playing off the amber-coloured alcohol. It always reminded him of home, of the brightest sun and warm summer days. Unfortunately, it also reminded him of gilded cages and the responsibilities from which heโd spent the last few years running. But he doesn't have a choice now. His pack needed an alpha and Joseph? He couldn't count on him. He never liked the pack business.He tipped the glass to his lips and took a healthy sip, enjoying the vague burn that trickled down his throat as he tried to drown out the harsh
The manโknown to all in werewolf in London as the council's most feared assassinโalpha of the biggest pack in Europe clapped like a child being given a treat, the sharp sound reverberating off the brick walls, then proceeded to rub his hands together as heโd just schemed a maniacal proposal instead of solidifying evening agendas. โWhatโs going on?โ came a low, rumbling voice from behind. Rhye dropped the glass on the table and glanced over his shoulder to find his sentry, Leon, his friend and Beta standing in the doorway, the top of his head almost brushing the frame, examining the two of them with narrowed eyes. Leon had a remarkable capacity to evaluate his surroundings. It wasn't magic, just a mastery of his. So, Rhye wasnโt shocked when he sighed resignedly, โWeโre going out, arenโt we?โ It wasnโt really a question, so Rhye didnโt bother replying. Rather, he nudged to his feet and ruffled his expensive coat. The magic of his glamour tingled over him, and his alpha essence disa
As Livia watched from the sidelines, the desire to join that writhing gathering, to touch and be touched, had both longing and apprehension coiling inside her.Looking away from the dance floor, she stealthily scanned the dark, cavernous interior of the club as she made her way through the tightly packed throng of people. A small thrill filled her with every accidental brush, every contact with another person, as she aimed for the long bar taking up the entire left wall.Just how touch-starved have I let myself get?Reaching for the well of power, she tightened her grip on it as firmly as she could to make sure nothing was leaking out, just in case the person on the other end of the pull didnโt have the best intentions in mind. She didnโt want to give herself away.Of course, that would only work if they couldnโt feel the same pull toward her, but better to err on the side of not getting kidnapped. Again.The moment she reached the over-populated bar, the closest bartender turned to h
Blonde hair, shaved close on the sides and left longer on the top, was greased back, leaving his face starkly visible. Black brows and thick lashes framed eyes she yearned to know the color of.With each flash from the strobes, Livia could make out another clearly defined feature. Sharp cheekbones, the hard cut of his jaw, and a kissable mouth set in a cruel line finished the dangerous perfection.Stunning and intense, he had a face that could tempt an angel to sin.Within the kaleidoscope of hue, she saw him watching her through slightly narrowed eyes, studying her with a power that sent tingles skating along her skin.The first few buttons of his shirt were open, as though heโd undone them in an effort to loosen up, revealing a glimpse of bronzed skin and a chiseled, tattooed chest. She wanted to trail her hands down.Everything about the manโfrom the confidence in his stance to the effortless style of his black hair and the expensive cut of his suitโscreamed power and money.Under
There was a glint of possession in his gaze, as though she were his and just didn’t know it, yet. Instead of shying away, something in her rose at that look, something equally as possessive, something covetous and hungry.That avidity spread from her, spanning the distance between them. She felt it brush along his hard frame, touching him in truth. Light slanted across his face, revealing a flash of surprise in his cerulean eyes and the intrigued curl of his lips.She knew, somehow, he’d felt that invisible caress like a ripple against his skin.Lowering his drink, he tilted his head and said something to his friend, never letting her out of his sight. A white flash caught her attention, and she dragged her gaze back to the devilish blonde whose smirk turned into a wide, dazzling grin.&nbs
Shock at what sheโd done had barely begun to flicker through her mind when she felt something heavy and oppressive build within her. A sudden, sharp pain in her chest had her crying out as something foreign inside her pulled tight, stretching like a rubber band. Oh, god, it hurts. It felt like every atom of her being was being simultaneously crushed and pulled to its breaking point. The foreign sensation grew stronger and heavier until it felt like she was being ripped apart. The agony was unreal. She tried to scream her pain, but her chest was caving in, and she couldnโt breathe. It was gathering her power. She could feel it, like a thorned vine, latching onto the tendrils; she could feel it squeezing them, choking them. With a violent, agonising wrench, it yanked her power back into her, the cold, burning pain of it tearing a ragged shriek from her throat. Like a hand swatting a fly, the whiplash of it folded her body in half and sent her hurtling toward the floor. Strong arms
Thighs clenching at the feel of it, so erotically foreign, yet so right, she writhed between kisses and moaned. In response, Rhye coils his tail around her leg, guiding her to widen her stance. He slipped a thigh between her legs at the same moment he cupped her breasts, as he sucked her earlobe into his mouth. Moaning in delight... "Oh, God..." Livia growled.The multitude of sensations had her crying out into Rhyeโs mouth. Pressing her breasts into his hands, she ground down against his thigh, needing the pressure where she was so wet and swollen for him.Like an extra set of arms, she felt him wrap his majestic tail around her, enclosing her in a cocoon of warmth, safety, and need. Even with her eyes closed, she knew he didnโt surround her completely. She didnโt have to wonder why. The knowledge that heโd left a gap so she could breathe and her inner demon could watch unimpeded had a new rush of wetness slicking her core. It was like she had been transported to a different dimensio
That was enough to snap her out of the trance.Unsure if she was more freaked out about being hypnotized by a fucking tail, or charmed that it seemed to like her, she pet it in return, carefully stroking a fingertip lightly over the spade tip.If it were possible, her eyes would have widened even more at the shiver working through Rhye.Did he like that?Oh, how she wanted to play and find out.Soon, it retreated, and Livia marvelled at all three men as she really, truly realised that they werenโt humans. They were predators and, unlike humans, had the features necessary to both lure in prey and kill it. Josephโs eyes, Rhyeโs tailโthey were all mesmerising."Like cuttlefish," she muttered under her breath.Rhye zeroed in on her and cocked his head. "Whatโs that?""Oh, nothing." Peering up at Rhye, she prompted, "You wanted to ask something earlier?"The alpha gave her a look that said he knew she was intentionally redirecting the conversation but that he was going with it. "How did it
The words escaped without thought, but she didnโt have the mental capacity to regret them, even when the room was suddenly full of low, masculine laughter."Does that mean you think Iโm pretty, too?" Leon rumbled, his eyes, now a vivid purple, sparklingโliterally sparklingโas though they were dotted with a thousand tiny stars.His voice had already been deep, but now it was even more so. The gravelly, bass sound vibrated through her like distant thunder but was also creepy at the same time, but Livia didn't show how scared she was of the two-headed wolf. There was something about Leon's wolf that made her shiver with fear. He was something else. There was darkness in him, and she could see it. Livia paused, seeing a vision of Leon killing Joseph in the subway, while Rhye was unconscious on his side. Livia gasped; anger settled over her, and rage throbbed in her like a heartbeat. Leon creeped into Joseph... He would kill him. Livia could feel it... She didn't have a choice but to use h
Livia frowned. She picked up on that apparently being a bad thing easily enough, but why he thought she would care was beyond her. When she voiced as much, he just blinked at her like sheโd stunned him speechless; at first, she was sure.Peering between the two of them, she took in the tense set of their shoulders and the tightness in their expressions that lingered, despite her assurance that she didnโt care about their lack of purity.Deciding to fix the problem sheโd inadvertently caused, Livia smiled softly at them. "I donโt care if youโre pure or as mixed as milk and coffee, but Iโve obviously stepped on a sore point, so I rescind my invitation." Hoping to lighten the mood, she ended with a haughty sniff and an imperious wave of her hand.Josephโs eyes narrowed to suspicious slits. "Well! Now that you donโt want to see, I want to show you. What is this witchery?"Leon made a low sound and nodded, mimicking Josephโs suspicious expression, though his grey eyes were dancing with amu
Speechless, Livia gaped at the beautiful monster before her. Drawn like a moth to a flame, she took a step closer, wanting, needing to see him, to touch him. She managed a single step before Rhye cursed, eyes wide and dark brows furrowed, as he stared down at himself."How the fuck did you do that?" he demanded, pinning her with a stunned look.God, but his eyes were unreal. Vibrant, ocean deep blue with a sunburst of bright green around the pupils. They were the eyes of a predator. Eyes of a pureblood alpha. She wanted to get lost in them, wanted to stare into them until sheโd mapped every facet."I have no idea," she admitted with a slow shake of her head. At the disbelieving expression he gave her, she tried to think past the shock of seeing him and explained, "The heat of your power was starting to get painful, and then, all of a sudden, it felt like mine got pissed off and threw yours back at you.""You shouldnโt be capable of that," Rhye muttered, but it was said almost absently
The memory of the creepy, child-looking demon and the sensation of it sucking the power out of her, remembering how weak sheโd felt afterward, sent a shiver down her spine and hardened her resolve. All her martial arts and self-defense training had been useless against the thrall it had used on her. Sheโd spent too long and worked too hard to not be a victim to give up on this now. Rhye smirked at her for the second time that day, setting a new record. His eyes shone with approval at the resolve in hers. โI can force your power out of you. If youโll allow me to try,โ he tacked on at the end. Livia appreciated the effort he was making to be more polite, now he knew she wasnโt a spy sent to surveil them. She just wasnโt sure how to react to this new Rhye. Heโd gone from cold and dangerous to interested and almost nice. Almost. It was a jarring change. Seductive, dangerously enticing, and intriguing as hell, but still jarring. Livia glanced at them, gauging their reactions to his of
Cocking her head, Livia frowned at him. "I donโt understand." Her eyes went wide as it hit her. "Oh my god, I get it. So, if they make vampires popular in movies and books, demons will become stronger because more humans are glorifying them. Same for witches and werewolves and everything else, yes?""Exactly.""Holy shit. I wonder how much I affected them in my Twilight phase as a kid."Joseph growled, "Those fucking movies! The "vampire" and "werewolf" demons were out of control. The "underworld demons" were pissed. Theyโd been top dogs for most of what"โhe glanced at Leonโ"like the last thousand years?""Mm, thereabouts, yes.""Wait. Did I hear you say โtop dogsโ?" she asked, ignoring the twilight thing in favor of something more important."Yes, but now anymore," Leon nodded.โSpiteful little fuckers, really. And always hungry!โ Joseph pointed to a few thin white scars crisscrossing the back of his hand, scars sheโd somehow never noticed before. โThey like people meat, and they are
"As Joseph said, itโs not exclusively a torture chamber, and itโs not used as such all that often. Only when weโre left with no other recourse," Rhye soothed with a small smile.Her gentle giant, the man who touched her with such tenderness and care, was talking about torturing people with about the same amount of contrition as confessing he didnโt always take the time to recycle.That wasnโt actually what shocked her, though. She knew they were on the dark grey side of the morality scale.When she continued to frown at him, he lifted a hand and cupped her cheek, looking suddenly unsure. "Does that bother you, Livia? Would it help to know we donโt hurt the innocent?"Rhye was very still at her back, she noticed. He hadnโt pulled away from her physically, but she could sense him closing off, could almost feel him pulling the cold, unfeeling mask back into place.Joseph, whoโd strolled farther into the room, snorted. "Of course she knows that!" He stopped walking when she didnโt immedia