Lazarus pov“What do you mean by she’s not there? This better be a fucking joke. There’s no way my wife just vanished in thin air while we’re standing here, basically guarding this goddamn door!” I growl at the nurse. I have no business forcing my anger at frustration at everyone like this, but I’m at the end of my rope. All I have to do is spin on my heel and more shit falls over me. “Son,” Than speaks, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Calm down. It isn’t her fault, or anyone’s at that. We need to find Sarah first, only once she’s back in that room can we start tossing accusations and decide what to do next.” As much as I hate to admit this, he is right. Even when he mutters something that sounds like ‘better find her before your mother finds out that her precious daughter-in-law is missing or kiss out crown jewels goodbye.’I want to laugh, but I can’t. His attitude is remarkable and the fear our mother has installed in his mind is a thing of wonder. Not that I don’t fear mom. She

Luka pov“I must say, you almost had me. Almost. If only your answers weren’t that perfect, if only you left some details out, or let’s say, forgot a couple of things - I might have believed you. The mystical hatred aside, tell me, did you really think you would succeed? Seriously? Think about this - you are going against Lenox Vincent. No, let’s make it even better - you are going against Lenox and Luciano Vincent. Yeah, that sounds even better.” As I speak, Fenton’s face turns as white as a paper sheet and the grin on my lips spreads wider. I have always hated using my family name against people, but now, it’s pretty pleasant. For a moment, there’s nothing but the distant forest sounds surrounding us. It looks like Fenton has completely lost himself, nearly brainded. Until, he shakes his head and gets back to his senses. He clears his throat. “Impossible. Luciano is dead.” Colour me surprised, who would have thought that my father has died? I raise an eyebrow at him and decide t

Lazarus pov I stare at him. All I can do is stare at him and try to figure out if the demon himself has been possessed by another demon because… what the fuck? Has Than finally caught the family crazy? I never thought of it as anything contagious, but apparently acting like one of the Vincents could be considered as a virus now. By now, I'm sure my jaw has hit the floor and my eyes are wider than the brightest full moon. While I am busy being in an understandable state of shock and disbelief, Than looks at me like I'm some child who is trying to misbehave. "What are you waiting for, Lazarus? Didn't you hear me? You need to take the child and leave! There is no time to waste, you must go!" He raises his voice, which is enough to snap me out of the dazed state. I shake my head and take a step back to create some much needed distance. "Have you gone mental, Than? Are you hearing yourself? You're seriously ordering me to steal my brother's child? No, let me rephrase that… You are de

Lenox povExit through the window? Check. Emotional instability? Also check. What the hell is this thing I am feeling right now? How do I deal with it?All my life I thought that with great sexiness comes even greater power. Yes, I think that was the saying everyone loves to use when they meet someone as awesome as me. But now, even the fact that I am, in fact, insanely hot and attractive doesn’t help me figure out the weird things I feel. It’s like the guilt I have never felt during my life finally piles up to wash over me with such ferocity, it nearly kicks me off my feet. As soon as I land on the ground, I shake my head to get rid of the stupid thoughts and take off. God forbid I start crying like a baby and everyone sees it. Ew, no. Not in this lifetime. Better yet, I can focus on dealing with Luka’s absence, stupid Fenton and those trees everyone has been raving about. The moment I step my foot in the cover of the woods, I feel much better. A bag of my clothes is hanging on

Lenox povWell, now we are getting somewhere, are we?To be fair, I wanted to use the new friends to get rid of some pent-up anger, but the confession is even better. “Where is he?” I don’t hesitate to ask since this one seems to be more than willing to talk. Side note: in future, I solemnly swear to use the bloodlines, families and kids against the people I torture for information. So far, it seems to be everyone’s weak spot and it’s so damn easy to exploit. “You need to let me live too. And my friend. I will tell you then,” Lumpy still tries to negotiate. “Are you smoking dollar tree dog food? You must be the most delusional fucker I have ever met. Dude, you won’t be enjoying any life quality by the time I’m done with you. Trust me on this one, will you,” I grin at him. If there really is one thing I enjoy more than looking at my woman and baby, it’s watching the tears fill a grown man’s eyes. The desperation, fear, terror. All of those things, best if together, feel like I’m t