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“Why’re you talking to that barista about this?” Morris says tightly. “I get that you’re having a fling and all, but—”“It’s not a fling,” I say coolly, meeting his gaze. “She’s mine.”“Have you lost your min—”Adam raises a hand, cutting him off. “I’m interested in what Charlotte has to say.”“She doesn’t think our people are being used as ingredients,” I begin. It takes me a couple of minutes to walk them through the conversation I had with her.Despite his grievances, Morris’s brows knit together as I finally stop to take a breath. “You trust her with this information?” he asks me.“I do.”Adam appears troubled. “If what she says is true, and this whole thing is a distraction, then what are they aiming for?”“The last time the vampires allied themselves,” I explain, “a war broke out. The intention was to subdue our species and dominate them. What if Beruth wants to do the same?”Morris looks around at the poor state of the area we are in, graffiti all over the new buildings that Ad

My lips twist in a wry smile.I got a little too excited, I guess.Starting up the car, I begin the drive home.******There is a broken cup in the kitchen trash when I get home, and I wonder if she broke it in anger. She doesn’t seem the type, but as I pick up the handle and see the design on it, I realize it’s her favorite cup.“Oh, she definitely smashed this one,” I mutter to myself. I can see the coffee stains on the wall, as well, and somebody’s poor attempt to clean it up. “What did you do, Robert?”Fortunately, when I go to check on her, Charlotte is fast asleep in bed, but I see the tear stains on her face, and my heart nearly stops. My hand comes to rest on her shoulder, wanting to wake her up and ask what I did to make her sad, ready to grovel if I have to.“I don’t like it when you cry.” My thumb strokes her soft cheek, and she moves toward my hand, as if seeking the heat.I would like nothing more than to get into bed beside her, but I’m filthy, and I don’t think she’ll a

“I’ve been having dreams for a very long time,” I admit. “Of walking through these woods, a man by my side. That was why the idea of leaving Portland was so hard. Every time I considered it, it felt like something was tying me here, and I realized it was the constant dreams. I didn’t recognize the path in the dream, but it was always the same place, the same woods. When you brought me to the waterfall, it was slightly familiar, but I didn’t think much of it.” I run my fingers through my hair, agitated. “But tonight…It was tonight when I woke up that I suddenly knew where this place was. And my mind sort of went hazy. I couldn’t control my actions. It was almost like somebody was forcing me to walk here. I knew about a key, and about the place behind the waterfall, but I didn’t know what was inside. I swear it.”Robert looks around, and then he lets out a sigh. “You don’t have to swear. I believe you. But what is this place? And who are those people?”The woman in the portrait is sitti

“Th—That’s not true.” Her voice is hoarse. “I would never…Doreen said…Her father—”“I love you,” I say, simply. “And my wolf gave you our mating mark that night, our first night. I wouldn’t do that if I intended to walk away from you, Charlotte. But I can’t feel our bond, and I wish I could.” I point toward the waterfall, the cave. “I deeply wish right now that the fact that our ancestors were together and that they looked like us means our fates are entwined.” I cover the distance between us. “I’m yours. That’s it. Nobody else has a claim on me aside from you. And nobody ever will. So, don’t say I’m throwing you away. I would never do that.”I can see the tears sparkling in Charlotte’s eyes. I can read the fear, the self-doubt, and it kills me. She’s one of the strongest women I know, and she’s standing here crying because of me.Something within me hardens. I grab her hand. “Come on. Let’s go.”“Wh—Where?” She doesn’t resist as I drag her along with me.“You want the truth?” I deman

Chapter 25Charlotte SanguiniteI haven’t seen Angie in quite a few days.It’s my day off when I head out to try to find her. Both Mano and Zeno are with me, wearing their leashes. My cat has decided, pregnant and all, that Zeno is beneath her. So, every time we pause, she decides to smack him for being lazy.“I hope you don’t beat your kids,” I tell her. “You’re so mean.”She meows at me indignantly as Zeno bounds over to sniff at her protruding belly. Mano is due any day now. I plan to take her to the shelter after this to have Ricky give her a checkup.Making my way to the park near my apartment, I scan the area, disappointed when I see no sign of Angie. She’s always here around noon. I find a bench and let Zeno and Mano run around, off their leashes. Mrs. Mallory has been training both of them to respond to a whistle, which she gave me to use today. The animals don’t stray very far from me, preferring to be together. Mano is moving more slowly in her pregnancy, and Zeno likes to c