LOGINBy the time evening arrived, I was still in the best mood.My hair was still damp from the lake, and I was curled up on the sofa with Valentin.Well... Technically, Valentin was curled up on the sofa.His head was resting on my lap, his eyes closed, and for the first time since I'd met him, he looked completely peaceful.I ran my fingers lightly through his hair. I had spent my entire day with him. We talked, laughed and mostly kissed.It had been the strangest kind of normal.For a few hours, I wasn't thinking about rogues or blood or hospitals or the fact that apparently half the supernatural world wanted something from me.I looked down at him. I had no idea vampires even fell asleep.His eyes remained closed."We rarely do."I nearly jumped out of my skin. "Valentin!"His eyes opened, and a smile spread across his face."You asked."I hadn't even realised that I had spoken out loud."I thought you were asleep!""I was."I stared at him. "Then how did you hear me?""I'm a vampire."
I suppose all that crying helped, because I woke up feeling strangely rested.I stretched my arms out, yawning softly. When I turned to face the window, my eyes landed on Sinclair sitting on the sofa, quietly watching me.He looked very amused by me. I stared at him for a moment."How long have you been sitting there?""Long enough.""That's creepy. I didn't hear you at all."A faint smile appeared on his face. "Vampires are as silent as death."He stood up, walking towards me. I still didn't hear his shoes against the wooden floor. He sat down at the edge of the bed."I wanted to make sure you were alright when you woke."I sat up, pulling the blanket around myself. For a moment, I thought about the hospital but slowly shook the thoughts away."How do you feel?" Sinclair asked.I thought about it. "Sad."His expression softened. "I know. I shouldn't have even asked."I looked towards the window. "Are Emmett and Rafe here?""They left earlier.""Why?""They wanted to check on the terr
Emmett Voss' POV♡It angered me to see Yasmin cry like that.I wasn't angry at her exactly, but everything that was happening around her. This whole thing with her blood and the vampires and rogues was too much for one human. Too much for my Moon Jewel.I had waited for the day where Rafe and I would bring our very first Jewel home for a long time. The excitement we would feel and the attraction we would have for her. We promised ourselves to give her the most lavish life she could dream of. We promised ourselves that she would always be happy.This was the opposite of what I wanted.Yasmin was mine. She was mine the moment I laid my eyes on her at that restaurant. But she wasn't happy. She was barely holding herself together because of this situation, and I worried that it would eventually lead her to a point of no return.I watched as her breathing started to settle, her body relaxing against Rafe's.She looked exhausted.I glanced at Rafe.Anyone who didn't know him would think h
Sinclair's castle was the safest place to go.I was grateful for that. It was quiet in there, and I needed it after today. I had spent so long surrounded by screams that I could almost hear them echo in my mind.The difference between knowing I was in danger and coming face to face with it was heavy. It was especially hard to swallow that Aunt Sarah had to leave because of it.I stood in the middle of the sitting room and looked at the three men who had brought me home.Emmett had dropped onto one of the couches, his face scrunched in pain.Rafe stood near the window, staring outside cautiously.Sinclair remained near the doorway, his clothing still stained with blood.None of them said anything.I looked at Emmett first. He was rubbing the side of his neck, his jaw tense. I walked towards him and sat down."Where does it hurt?" I asked.His eyes moved toward me. "I'm fine.""That was not my question."He gave me a faint smile. "I should be nursing you, you know. Not the other way aro
The hospital had finally gone quiet.Not exactly silent. There were still soft voices in the distance, people trying to pick themselves up and help those who couldn't.But the screaming and panic were gone.The rogues were no longer a threat. Those who managed to run did. The rest lay still on the floor, no longer breathing.Somehow, I was still alive. We all were.I rushed over to Aunt Sarah, who was struggling to sit up on the sofa she had been shoved on to. I wrapped my arms around her neck, embracing her tightly. Her body was shaking as she pulled me close, her tears wetting my shoulder.I looked around, my eyes landing on Rafe and Emmett, who were back in their human forms and dressed in clothes Duke had handed them. Rafe slumped on the sofa across us, his eyes closing. Emmett ran a hand through his hair, grimacing in what looked like pain.My gaze moved to Sinclair, who looked completely fine. His white shirt was covered in blood as he slipped his coat off, but it was clear that
The footsteps stopped directly in front of the cabinet."Will you come out, or must I drag you out?" The voice asked darkly.Aunt Sarah's fingers tightened around mine, and I held my breath. Our silence didn't make any difference. The rogue was well aware that we were in there. We needed a plan."Fine then," he sighed. The handle shook as he placed his hand on it, and with one effortless pull, the door was ripped open.I recoiled, my back pressing against the wood of the cabinet. My eyes widened as I met the pitch-black stare of the rogue.His clothes were torn and filthy, his hair tangled, and his skin looked as though he hadn't properly washed in days. But it was his smell that made my stomach turn.Something wild and unwashed.He smiled widely. "Found you."Aunt Sarah immediately stepped in front of me.The rogue laughed, his eyes moving around the tiny storage room. "Don't worry. I'm not here to hurt you. Well... not yet anyway."My heart pounded. "What do you want?" He looked at







