BRAN Bran walked down the long corridor to Corey's private room, a thought running through his mind over and over like a record on loop, until it pushed out all his other thoughts and it was the only thing he could think of. When he reached the door, he pushed it open and barged in without knocking, announcing, "I'm going to get her back."The occupants of the room froze, shocked by his sudden presence and manner, and stared at him with similar expressions of shock mixed with wariness on their faces. Corey snapped to his feet, his eyes widening with surprise before he quickly masked his expression and with his eyes never leaving Bran, said, "I'll have to cut this meeting short. We'll continue later."The men nodded and hastily rushed out of the room, one of them reaching for a sheet of paper but Corey told him to leave it and he nodded sharply, hurrying out. "What the hell, Bran?" Corey asked, pushing away from the table and running his hand through his hair roughly. It was then t
BRANDamn, but the man had a shit ton of guards, Bran thought as he wiped the blood from his sword on the dead man's shirt, before continuing down the hall. The house was huge with several wings. He'd gone through some, checking the rooms in search of Maria, but he hadn't found her in anyone. Instead, he'd found a group of guards more than ready to chop his head off. Too bad they were the ones that had gotten their heads chopped. He was lucky, though, that the men hadn't raised alarm. Well, to be fair, he hadn't given them the chance to. He'd descended upon them before they could even raise their swords and the frozen looks of shock on their faces could account for that. He reached another door in the hallway and pushed it open, frowning when he still didn't see Maria. Where the hell was she? There were still a few rooms that he hadn't searched but in all honesty, Bran was starting to doubt that she was in any of them. What if she wasn't in one of the rooms? She hated her fathe
MARIAMaria shifted on the bed, pulled out of sleep by a terrible nightmare. She'd dreamt that her father, furious that she'd left him, had taken his anger out on her mother by torturing her endlessly until her mother had given up. Dead. Sitting up, she pushed her hair back from her face with shaky hands, dimly registering the sheets falling to her thighs because her nerves were frayed, her thoughts and feelings all over the place from the activities of the day—and the past week if she was being completely honest. From being captured by her father—she was not going to dwell on how ironic that was—to discovering that the girl in the cell next to her's was the vampire's sister—who she now knew his name was Bran—to being freed by said vampire, then to his sister being taken from him again. Honestly, she felt bad for him.So bloody guilty because it was all her fault and she should be the one paying for it. Not his sister.It was her that had killed the vampire king and queen. It was h
MARIA "Talk about what?" "Your past." The words left his mouth like a whip, sharp and loud in the otherwise silent, almost dark room. She flinched away from him as the word left his lips, recoiling at the flashes of imagery that went through her mind, evoked by those two words.Her past. His eyes darkened at her reaction. Where lust had once been, wariness and a certain hardness now took root. "Don't, Maria."Well, she guessed she should be glad that he was now calling her by her name and not the annoying 'sorceress', although with the tone he used, sounding somewhat exasperated, she wasn't really sure she liked him calling her name in that moment. "Don't what?" It was crazy how the night had taken such a sudden turn. A few minutes ago, she'd been eating at his mouth like she didn't have another day to live and now it was like a bucket of ice had been poured over her, extinguishing all traces of desire in her. "Don't try to run away from this." He warned in a surprisingly even
BRAN"That's not news, Maria, and that's not what I'm asking.""I'll get there," the words came out hard and clipped, yet her tone was soft, cautious. "Can you just let me talk?"Bran bit his tongue and told himself to shut the hell up and let her talk now that she was willing to.But she was sitting on the other side of the room, far from him, and she looked so small, so vulnerable with her hands clasped on her thighs like that and he felt this strange urge to protect her even though there was nothing to protect her from. "Okay, back to what I was saying..." Maria sighed and with her eyes fixed on her hands, started talking. "As you well know, my father is hated by a lot of people because of his abusive use of power. I really can't say how it started, I suppose he's always had a thing for being evil, but anyway, he wanted to expand far outside the realm of Sorceri. He already had lands, countless possessions, but his greed made him want more and when he goes after something, he does
BRAN The words seemed to echo, bouncing off the walls of the room and coming to rest between them, daring him to move. To quit being a fucking coward and take the next step. But Bran stood right where he was, still unsure of everything. What were they doing?Most importantly, what was he doing? But he knew what he was doing, didn't he? He was finally admitting to this amazing woman that he didn't really hate her as much as he liked to make her believe. He was finally admitting that he felt something for her—something other than hate and anger and derision. Something that made his chest tighten every fucking time he looked at her. He wasn't sure what it was. He didn't want to put a name to it. But he had a sinking suspicion it came dangerously close to like. Because if he didn't hate her then that meant he liked her right? Even though he wasn't exactly there yet, but he was getting close. And if she continued showing him those little vulnerable bits of herself, he was going to di
MARIA"His Majesty said that you can go for a walk today if you want to."Maria stared open-mouthed at her maid, Olivia, finding it hard to believe the words that had just left her mouth. "A walk?""Yes," she nodded. "However, you can't extend past these walls, but the compound is huge and I believe you'll find more than enough room to stretch your legs."Maria still couldn't believe it. "I'm finally being let out of this room?" Disbelief and shock were obvious in her voice and she wouldn't be able to mask them even if she tried—which she didn't. "I don't believe it. Why would he let me out?""Maybe because there's still a collar around your neck? Where could you go?" Olivia deadpanned and Maria cut a glare her way. Mirth danced in the woman's eyes. "You're probably shocked because you haven't heard the last part yet—I and two other guards are going to accompany you."Still, Maria thought, it was a far cry from the literal captive she'd been as at yesterday. "It's still so strange t
MARIA Death. One word that evoked thousands of emotions in a person. How could it not when it was a thief that stole from people when they least expected it? When it robbed them of their friends and loved ones, plunging them into an eternal life where they would have to bear the loss of those people. Where they would have to think of them every single day, knowing that they would never see them anymore. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on Maria. Was it not just a week ago when she'd been praying for death to come for her because she was tired of living the way she did? And now death had come. But it wasn't for her. It had come for Bran. Okay, shit, she might be taking it too far. Bran wasn't dead. He was just terribly injured and unconscious and was currently being attended to in his room. But in that moment when she'd seen him so lifeless, his body pale up on the stretcher, his hands hanging limply by his sides, eyes shut, she'd thought that he was dead and cold, terrif