~Rory~ I hoped to have a normal day, spend this weekend with my friends without the strange troubles of Salvatore Hills looming over my head. Was that too much to ask? Jace’s hands dropped to his side when I stepped back, creating a safe distance between us. “Nothing,” I lied. The quirk in his brows says he’s unconvinced. “Uhm, I just needed to make a phone call. What are you doing here?” Giving him a once-over, I noticed the number 173 pin attached to his flannel shirt. The first few buttons were undone, a gray shirt peeking underneath, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows stretched to accommodate his sinewy biceps. He wore dark fitted jeans and biker boots, his rich brown hair tumbling over his forehead. “To hunt, o

~Rory~“You’re doubting my abilities now, mio principe?” It was Nolani who answered Elijah. [my prince]I couldn’t put a finger on that certain edge of her voice, but it was different from the sultry tone she had as she spoke with him at the parlor before.“How many times did I tell you never to call me that?” was Elijah’s stone-cold response.Movements followed his statement, and soon their voices sounded closer to one another. The dome shape of the atrium enhanced even the smallest sound. I was afraid they would hear the pounding in my chest.Jace hasn’t moved an inch, his face so close to mine, which also meant that he could see straight into my eyes. His creased brows indica

~Elijah~ Mental and physical torture was nothing new to me, but the despair in my heart is something I can never overcome. As ironic as it may seem, even a creature of the night like me wasn’t invulnerable to heartache. Aurora. My light. My better half. I’ve tried so hard to get her out of my mind, but a stubborn heart can ruin even an immortal being like me. “We should go.” Henry stood beside me while I watched Rory’s car leave the Richardson estate’s premises. “We got everything we came for.” “Go and take Nolani before she kills her playmate,” I instructed. Henry replied with a sigh, not moving an inch. We can smell it, the bl

~Rory~With the ongoing state of my mind, I can’t be certain how long it took for Elijah to reach the Vitale estate. It could have been minutes, but what I am sure of was his inhuman speed, his agility, the feel of his muscles with each movement, and the warmth of his body that kept me from getting hypothermia.How the hell is he so warm? If he’s a vampire, shouldn’t he be cold? Undead? A practical walking corpse?If there are vampires and werewolves, what other creatures are out there?The world I grew up knowing is not what it seems. I wanted to know more, and I got what I wanted, but I’m not sure where to go from here.All these thoughts bouncing all over my head turned my stomach into knots. It&rsq

~Rory~“What do you mean?”Elijah pulled his lower lip between his teeth, contemplating on whether to answer me truthfully. I watched him collect and pile the utensils I used in the middle of the tray warily. Then he stood and set the silver tray on the desk before walking back to the bed, sitting closer to me this time.With conscious movement, he unscrewed the cap of the pain reliever from the bedside table, took out two, and handed them to me with open palms. I downed both with water. Elijah handed over the ice pack; the cool packet instantly eased the discomfort on my left ribs as I pressed it there, holding it with one hand.“Are you warm enough?” He reached for the duvet, draped it over my crossed legs, fixed the pillows behind me so I&rsquo