Xzander's POV:
Charles is a lot of work.... I smirked and looked him over, glancing his body over. That tattered shirt still looks good on him even in that state... but he looks better with it off.... "Then let's play nice," I purred to him and then gestured for him to come back. That witch will strip him of his powers and I'll be able to torture him afterwards. I can afford to play nice with him for now.... After all, I might just turn him once he's broken. He looked me over and stepped into a corner and sat down in it.
"What do you want to know?" He asked.
"Mmm... I want to know why you became apart of the resistance," I told him then looked towards Dmitri, snapping my fingers and pointed towards the door. He tensed up and walked out, frowning a little and shut the d
Continuation of Xzander's POV: I smirked and then put my phone up and went up the stairs, heading for the kitchen. I got a bottle of blood and opened it before I started to drink from it then headed for the night room. I found Jason sitting on the couch and watching a movie. He looked towards me as I walked in and smirked. "I'm surprised you're not down there playing tea party with Charles." "Why? I'm trying to break him, not reward him. What works better than loneliness and worry about your favorite magical item," I asked him and laughed, walking over and sitting beside him as I sipped on my blood. "I will go back down to see him around dinner time to feed him something." "He is human so you're going to have to make sure he gets
Continuation of Xzander's POV: Charles came out after a few minutes in his clothes and his hair down, reaching his shoulders. It was still a little damp from his shower. He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it, looking towards my shirtless body. I glanced towards him then gave him a playful smirk before I sat my phone down then stretched, showing off my muscles to mess with him. "So... was it a nice shower?" I purred to him, watching his reaction. He looked away from me quickly. "Yeah, can you put a shirt on?" He asked. "No," I told him innocently. "I'm comfortable..." "I'm not," he mumbled. "Can I have my charm bracelet now?" "No," I purred and then sat up, gra
Dmitri's POV: It's been weeks since Silas got here, almost a month. I haven't heard anything about it though... not much at least. He seems to be just sitting down there. I sighed softly and looked towards my egg in my bed, pulling it a little closer. I still haven't told Jason... but maybe I shouldn't till I have some evidence if I'm going to.... He seems so stressed out trying to put all the outposts out.... I bit my bottom lip. "I'd like him to be less stressed," I mumbled and then sighed. I mean... it's not like I'm part of the resistance anymore. Why am I so torn about telling? Silas and I weren't really friends. I just got orders from him now and then. Jason is my mate! I turned over in my bed and then rubbed my cheek before I sighed and got up. I should tell him. When it comes down to allegiances, mine needs to
Silas's POV: I looked towards Stormy as I had her feeding off the driver of the car we just stole from the streets and smirked. "And that is how you escape," I purred to her then punched in the radio, turning it up as I heard I'm on the Highway to Hell come on. She pulled back from the driver and licked her lips then leaned over and kissed my cheek. I smirked at her and then kissed her on the lips. "Was he enough?" I asked her curiously. "I could stop us later and let you find someone else.... We aren't going back to the castle just yet after all.... We need to wait it out. The Nero family will be looking there for us. We're going to France to hide out for a few months before we start planning our revenge." "Why don't you strike now while the iron is hot?" She asked and frowned. "They'll suspect us to run off and not
Continuation of Milo's POV: Lyle placed me to the side and got up, pulling out his gun quickly. "You look happy to see me, brother," Silas purred and then walked in with a smug smirk on his face. I widened my eyes as I saw him then quickly got to my feet. He really did come here.... I started to tremble as he looked us over then looked at the gun in Lyle's hands. "Put it down and let's talk. I didn't escape and steal a car to be shot." "What do you want to talk about?" Lyle asked softly. Stormy slipped into the room and locked hands with Silas. "Why you locked me away," Silas purred and then walked up slowly, gently starting to put Lyle's gun down for him with an innocent look. "I've come to apologize for everything...." Lyle slowly put the gun away and looked Silas over.
Unknown POV 27 years earlier: I woke to the sound of glass shattering, stirring me from my sleep. My eyes opened to be face to face with the love of my life, Ridley. He was still sound asleep though. I could hear footsteps near by, raising my attention and making my heart pound in my chest. My baby! I reached out for Ridley and shook him awake. I could hear Trystan- my baby boy break out into a cry. I could barely make out a dark shadow looming over his crib and picking him up. My little one year old Trystan was being stolen from his crib! My heart panicked, I was panicking. Ridley groaned softly as his voice crackled through the cold night air, "What's wrong, Pamela?" "Ridley, there's a man stealing our boy!" I shrieked, climbing for the edge of the bed. As soon as my voice hit the air around us the kidnapper disappe
Enoch Rosario's POV: A few of my knights walked up, dragging a guy towards me. There was dead bodies everywhere from the raid on the outpost. "This is the last man standing, he said he's the leader here. We caught him making a deal with another guy but he escaped." Fredrick- one of the knights told me. "We thought you might want the privileges in what to do with him." "Let's take him home and put him in a cell. I'll send word to Jonas about him and let him come get this rat." "What should we do with the others?" "Let them go, figure out what to do with the younger victims." I suggested. I decided on helping out with that, walking towards where they were keeping the victims in cages. I glanced around and started he
Lyle's POV: "And this one is my favorite! It's pretty and silver," he purred, showing me a rose then looked towards me with a small smile. "Which one is your favorite? We can plant more of them later if you want, your favorite that is. Mommy won't mind." He giggled then grabbed my hand, rubbing his cheek against it with a purr. I watched him and giggled. "I like those too," I told him. "I like them because you like them." He looked up at me sweetly then. "Really?" He asked excitedly and then pulled me closer. "You're the best brother ever~" He giggled and then kissed my cheek softly before he started to tickle my sides. I giggled and pushed his hands away then took off running from him. No! He's a tickle monster!