"I know that they are the seven most powerful witches in history. A new sister is inducted only after the death of the previous sister and the mark of the seven chooses its bearer. Rumors have it that they are immortal. No sister has died in almost three hundred years." The mark being the hexagon with an eye in its middle. Arthur also made a point that was worthy of being noted. The mark chose who the next sister was. So the replacement for the fifth sister was not necessarily her daughter. I filed the information away to contemplate later. "I also know that they are planning something big. It's something that they have been planning for several centuries. I heard that they hate your kind deeply, but despise you more than any other vampire. They didn't like that you were able to unite almost all the van in [ge world and made yourself king. It is not your right. The right to rule supreme in the supernatural realm does not belong to those

Grayson's POV (Continued)     When I was seventeen, dad had almost committed sucide. I had only been able to exact a promise that he wouldn’t try such ever again when I swore to complete his mission. A mission that was beginning to look like it would be the end of me.   Promise made, I had joined the guild when I was eighteen and enlisted in the army because father had thought it was good for me. Thirteen years later and two tours of Afghanistan, I was unemployed and cursing the day I promised my father that I would complete his mission.   Glaring at the bronze double doors, I cursed my existence, and hers. Protecting her had destroyed my parent’s marriage and now it was about to snatch my love from me. But what could I do? I made a promise to my father to always protect her.    I blew out a gust of frustrated breath and tried to keep my temper in check. Josie had n

Grayson's POV(Continued)           The sun had been banished for the day by the time the huge pointed tips of the coven’s gate came into view. I had driven past the beginning of their territory ten minutes ago but I was still nowhere close to getting to the main building. “Call Jo.” I ordered my computer even as I turned the headlights on. It was getting dark pretty fast and I’ve yet to see another soul.  Entering the Blood Shadow coven without invitation was trespassing but I was banking on the fact that they couldn’t attack me in the presence of Josie and if she claimed me as her guest, then I would be in the clear. It rang and rang but still no one picked up. I drove up behind enormous black gates that gave no clue whatsoever to what lay behind them, only that it must be extremely vast, given that the walls were long enough to cover an estate. Fvck it. I waited for the c

Josie's POV (Continued)     “What?”“I called you a coward.”“Why would you say that to me? You know very well that I am no coward.” Yeesh. Reckless, impulsive, fearless, these are all words that various people have ascribed to me in my lifetime, but no one would even dare to think of the word coward and me in the same context.“Do you remember when we were in the university and I couldn’t step past the doorway or how I would become crippled with fear each time a boy spoke to me? You used to call me a coward and a slave to my fears. You reminded me that brother Mordechai was now in jail and punished for his crimes and there was no need to punish myself for something he did? You made me go to the therapist and even went on dates with me so I could feel safe.”Yes, I knew all that. Charlotte’s family was v

Josie's POV  The house was still as dark and menacing as I remembered. A lot of cars were parked, not many. About a dozen or so. Vladimir was not hosting a party was he? Eh, that’s good news for me to be honest. Safety in numbers and all that. I was wearing a checkered shirt and jeans with my blue flats. But my hair was styled and I was wearing light makeup, that had to count for something right? Today of all days, I had to be underdressed to attend a party with people who were possibly the makers and shakers in our……. I smacked myself in the head viciously. The driver glanced at me sharply in the rearview mirror but didn’t say anything, simply adjusting it unnecessarily. What the hell was wrong with me? I was here to secure my father’s release, not wine and dine his kidnapper. My phone chose this exact moment to ring and I answered the call without checking the caller's identity. I