All Chapters of Seduced by the Two Shadowed Nephilim: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

— I heard it’s some kind of sex cult — the girl in black says to the one in red.The line to get into Nox Trium — the city’s hottest new night spot — almost wraps around the corner, and while I wait for my best friend, Brinna, I tune into the conversation of two girls in front of me.— A friend told me that her friend was never the same after she started hanging out with them — she goes on. — My friend thinks they stole her soul.I shake my head to myself. How can people be so superstitious?— What I heard is they hole up in a room and share women — Red chimes in, instantly catching my attention. — Not that I’d mind being passed around between those two… Look at him, in that leather jacket…My gaze follows hers to the small black metal door of the club, where a massive bouncer lets only women through. But it’s not the bouncer they’re staring at.Light jeans, a brown leather jacket. Sun-browned skin, dark hair brushing his jaw. His neck is thick, his jawline… devastatingly masculine.I

I should’ve been drained, but when I get to work I’m strangely full of energy.Before I can even boot up my computer, Sabrinna drops her bag on the desk right beside mine — like she does every morning — and immediately leans into my space.She barely sets her purse down before cupping my face in her hands.— Oh my God, Lexy, are you okay? — Her eyes are wide, her voice racing.I pull her hands down and hold them tight in mine.— Brinna, I’m sorry… I lost track of time and — there was the gunshot and…I’m so scattered I can hardly make sense of the words spilling out.— Gunshot? — Now she looks panicked.My hands tremble as I tug at my blazer sleeve and stare again at my skin — smooth, flawless, not even a scar.— I swear I was shot in the arm… just grazed, but — I cut myself off. It sounds insane, even to me.— I think you were drugged.My shoulders lock.— Drugged?— I saw you on that dance floor, Lexi. I saw you with the guys who run the club… — She squeezes my hands tighter — hers

In daylight, Nox Trium looks nothing like itself.The solid black front of the building isn’t imposing at all, and the dead blue neon sign barely even catches the eye of anyone walking by. Just another three-story building in the urban jungle.It’s late in the day. The sky outside is pink and orange, but no one seems to care — inside, the lights are on, windows and doors sealed tight.The bouncer leads me to the office, and a shiver runs through me when I remember how recently I’d been there, passed out on that sofa — tended to for a gunshot I’m not even sure I really took, by a man with the voice of an angel and the kind of sinful beauty that tastes like strawberries and trouble.When the door opens again, it’s Samiel who steps in. A smile stretched ear to ear.— You actually came. — That dreamlike voice fills my ears.— You said I had to, if I wanted answers.I still need to know if I really was shot or… if I just need a psychiatrist. Because how could I have healed so fast?— I thi

— He’s one of them, isn’t he? The mobsters who tried to kill you — and shot me? — I ask Sami, standing across from me in the office.— No — he says calmly.— No? That’s all you’ve got for me?— I’ll get you a drink. You need one.I watch him leave. I’m shaking, my hands so cold I can’t even feel my fingertips. I was just threatened by a gangster.When the door opens again, both men step in. Sami hands me a glass of wine.I toss it back in one swallow, their eyes heavy on me.— Like it? — Sami asks, watching the glass.— It’s the worst wine I’ve ever had. Tastes like iron. If that’s what you serve here… you won’t last long in this city.Neither of them answers. Their silence is answer enough.— I don’t want to work here anymore — I go on. — Tomorrow I’m going to the police and filing a…— It won’t matter. — Cael cuts me off, his voice low, sharp, dominating the air. — This is above the police.— Why did that man talk about clans? — My head pounds with questions. — What’s a vicarius?—

I open my eyes. The ceiling is high, white, bare, and the light slipping through the heavy curtains is faint. It takes me a second to process that I’m not in my apartment. I’m in Cael’s room.The bed is massive, soft, dressed in stark white sheets. Two oversized nightstands, a stone floor softened by pale rugs, and a closet big enough to swallow my entire place. This bedroom alone is larger than my whole apartment.I’m alone. I don’t know where he slept — or if he did.But the emptiness of the space, its cold decoration, drags me back to last night. To my new, unwanted reality: threatened by some kind of… gangster, and hiding with the two most enigmatic men I’ve ever met. Men who unsettle me… men who draw me in. Especially one of them — the worst of the two.I step out and explore the apartment: an enormous open-plan space, almost like a studio, with floor-to-ceiling windows framing a breathtaking view of the city. Dark leather sofas, glass-and-metal coffee tables. At the center of it