Todos los capítulos de In Love With A Vampire : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Everyone who dared to stare at Julian's face scurried out of his path as he strolled the busy streets of London as if he controlled the city and the night. Others had just learnt that it was better not to provoke a guy who had been born into privilege and power but yet stalked the night with the lethal grace of a predator. Some of them had an innate ability to recognise a monster when they saw one.All Julian could do to hold back a roar when a pasty-faced employee accidentally bumped his shoulder as he ducked out of his Threadneedle Street office. When the crowds gradually started to diminish, he knew he should be relieved, but the idea of them all running home to their warm fireplaces and waiting loved ones only made him angrier. Even Cuthbert's stiff company was not enough to cheer him up. The note with the intact wax seal that he had a footman deliver to his friend's home earlier in the day was given back to him.He was free to go about the streets, yet it still felt as though he

Valentine descended the steps like an angel, her silvery-blond hair piled high on her head and the train of her snow-white gown flowing behind her. Julian exhaled, "Bloody hell," as she did so.Well, we did want to track her down, didn't we? Weakly whispering, Portia.Not if we're outnumbered and in her territory, I say. He counted the stairs to the entrance as he cast a glimpse behind them. I must get you out of here, you idiot."The other dancers were split apart by Valentine's royal presence like an icy ice floe. Portia had made an effort to block out the woman's stunning beauty, but as she glided towards them with her jewel-encrusted slippers barely touching the marble floor, Portia felt herself contracting into a small, ungainly troll.Valentine came to a stop in front of them, her feline eyes flitting back and forth between the chain and collar. She asked, her disapproving eyes sweeping over Portia, "And what's this, mon cher?" "A peace sacrifice? Have the kitten's charms alread

Julian tightened his grip on the chair's arms, his entire body going into rigidity.The blanket spilled to the tick when Portia shrugged and lifted one beautiful shoulder. "Oh, I've really tried not to love you. After you went off the first time, I despised you intensely for about a week. Ever since I learned about Valentine, I've even been somewhat successful in loathing you. But I'm afraid old habits persist, especially those that are entrenched in a young girl's soft heart. I made the decision that I wasn't going to give up so easy when Valentine claimed claim to you tonight. I was prepared to fight for you if she was.She slid off the bed and to her feet by uncurling her long, slender legs from beneath her. The candlelight danced over the translucent folds of the chemise as she floated towards him like a vision from one of his sweetest and darkest nightmares, bringing to life a rosy hint of breast and an alluring web of shadow between her shapely thighs.He stood up on his own, mo

Snow was falling, but it was tainted by ash and cinder clouds that were drifting through the air. The burning remnants of the home were surrounded by the smell of burned wood. There were still smoke plumes coming from the destroyed walls and fallen beams here and there, rising like ghosts. In the ruins, a rocking horse with brightly colored paint that had blistered and peeled lay on its side. The grand pianoforte was buried beneath the second story stairs while Portia gazed in dumb horror as it collapsed in a hail of sparks.In front of the home, a little patch of burnt grass was covered in overturned buckets. Evidence that the fire crew had either come too late or given up too soon was a cart with an abandoned hand pump slumped near the street corner, its leather hose twisted up like a defeated snake.On the other side of the street, a group of weeping servants and Adrian's neighbors gathered, some of them still wearing nightgowns and dressing gowns. Portia could feel the pain of the

Torn between fear and relief, Portia scrambled to see her niece's face beneath the tumbling crown of honey-colored locks. Eloisa's small mouth was perfectly pursed into a rosebud, and her cheeks were softly suffused with pink. Under the ruffled bodice of her nightgown, her breast rose and fell smoothly, and her throat was unblemished. She seemed alive, and she looked uninjured.When Portia realized Valentine must have come from the one room neither she nor Adrian had looked in, she wanted to slap herself. The area had filthy stains all over the floor and empty chains hanging from the wall that could be pulled or bent to disclose a hidden room or corridor.Her finger gently touched the crossbow's trigger. As long as she was using Eloisa as a human shield, she knew she had no chance of obtaining a clear shot at Valentine's heart.Although the vampire's pale, slender arms showed no signs of exertion, Ellie was as strong as a small pony. She could certainly carry the child for hours witho