[Atticus’ POV]“Why are you here again?”August, the bartender and owner of Morte Diem, stares at me curiously as I sip at my drink while extending my senses to see if I could feel anything that stood out.“Why shouldn’t I be here?” I counter.Since coming to Boston, this was the place I spent most of my time since it was the gathering place for supernaturals.I stumbled across it during my first week here and have been frequenting it ever since.“You’re making my guests uncomfortable,” he continues, nodding toward a man with glittery skin and what looked like vines wrapping around him who is watching me with a look of unease on his face. “Could you not look like such a fucking creeper?”“Creeper?” I repeat, frowning. “I don’t quite understand what that term means.I was still adjusting to human slang and terms since leaving the Darklands. It was all so foreign and unusual, but if I wanted to fit the part of belonging, I needed to know.“Freak?” he offers. “Stalker? You look like some

[Tabitha’s POV]I continue to stare in disbelief. How the hell did the creep spying on me become my boss? No! This was crazy! Why didn’t he say a fucking thing when I had him arrested? Was he seriously fucking with me?“Since both of you have met, I have a case for you,” the chief continues. “There was another murder last night.”“Same location?” I ask, not missing his look of unease.“No, but similar circumstances,” he admits.Nodding, I pull out my keys and whirl them around my finger.“I’m on it,” I announce, turning and beginning to move, only to stop as a hand wraps around my wrist. Looking down, I take in Atticus’ gloved hand and then snap my gaze up to his. “Remove your hand before I remove it for you.”“He said we would go,” Atticus says easily, not phased by my warning. “Not just you.”“I can handle it myself,” I counter, yanking my arm free. “And I said to let go.”“Tabitha,” the chief warns. “Atticus is your superior; mind your tone.”“Sorry,” I sigh. “But I can really hand

[Vance’s POV]I sit at my piano, staring at the blank music sheet in front of me, trying to will something to come to mind. However, with each passing minute I stare at it, my anger grows more and more, to the point where I know I’m not going to be able to compose a thing tonight. Not when that woman making out with another man haunts my thoughts.Who the fuck was she to think that she could just go about doing as she pleased after I marked her as my own? She had some gall, and when I found the one she was kissing, I was going to kill him with my bare hands.Letting out a growl, I get up, knocking my glass of wine, which sits on the edge of the piano, over so that the beautiful red colors begin to spread across the white marble, staining it beautifully as if it were blood itself.I continue to stare at it for a moment longer before heading out of my studio to find Allister leaning against the wall.“What is it?” I ask, eyeing him suspiciously.“Can’t I simply come and see my little br

[Allister’s POV]I stare down at the woman’s perfect ass as her anal walls twitch and squeeze around me. I’m sure that she is in immense pain due to the fact that no lube was involved, but since she had been a naughty girl, I was going to make sure that she remembered to obey.If I made it too easy for her now, then she wouldn't appreciate it when I gave it to her kindly. She would learn to know the difference between punishment and reward; otherwise, she wouldn't be an obedient little slut when she finally came to Vance and me.Giving her hips a squeeze, I begin to move, setting the pace for both me and Vance while the woman hisses in pain and pleasure.“Would you look at that, Vance?" I chuckle, digging my nails into her skin so that blood begins to bead on my fingertips. “She really is a dirty one.”“Of course she is,” Vance agrees, starting to move along with me. “That’s why she’s fucking anything with a dick. She got so fucking wet when you called her dirty; it's clear she loves

[Tabitha’s POV]Pain shoots through me as light penetrates through my closed eyelids. Fuck, I felt like I had been hit by a ton of bricks. What in the world happened last night after I came home?Prying my eyes open, I slowly sit up and rub my temples while I wrack my brain in an attempt to come up with the cause of the pain I was feeling. However, I immediately regret it when images that seem more like dreams start to appear that involve me and those vampire twins getting down and dirty right on my fucking couch.“Dammit!” I snarl, jumping up and immediately regretting it as a wave of dizziness hits. “Those bastards! How could they?”More like, how could you? The small voice in the back of my head counters, causing my heart to constrict painfully and bile to rise up in my throat as guilt crashes into me.Right. How could I? I actually let the very things that took everything away from me fuck me, and I actually enjoyed it. I couldn’t even deny that.Frowning, I try to ignore the sudd