Chris Hartley Until Dawn Novels & Stories

RHETT Dawn came, and I sat on the folded couch rubbing some cream onto my feet. A welcomed gift, that Nyctimus’ mate had sent to our room last night. The ointment was already doing its job and soothing my feet. This was the second application I was putting on and already my sore and blistered feet were beginning to heal.

“I never thought about it like that, but it makes sense.” He goes into the closet again to get a belt. “Rest, my love.” He leans over the bed, kissing me once more before leaving. I stay in bed a while longer before forcing myself up to use the bathroom and get ready for bed. It’s been a long day, and I’m tired. There are only a few hours until dawn, and I have no doubt I’ll be fast asleep by the time Lucas comes home.

He smirked and looked over my face. I looked at the time, noticing it was 11PM. "We've been on the phone for seven hours." "Best seven hours of my life." I blushed just as I started yawning, turning my face away from the camera as I did so. "Are you tired?" "No." I said, my eyes closed and my voice sounding sleepy. He chuckled; I could feel his eyes staring holes into my face, but I kept mine closed. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow night." He said, but I was too tired to respond. "Goodnight, Athena.

Alistair's POV The room returned to a dead silence. I held Seraphina and sat. Just sat. Her body grew colder, stiffer. I could feel death stealing the last of her warmth. But I didn't dare let go. I was afraid if I did, she would be truly gone. Outside the window, the sky turned from black to gray, then from gray to the pale light of dawn. I held her all night, without moving. My arms were numb, my neck as stiff as stone, but I didn't care.

He doesn’t want to see her trembling in her sleep, waking in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, her breath uneven with fear. As he relaxes, sinking into the chair, his phone screen lights up, drawing his attention. He reacts instantly, reaching for it without hesitation. A slight frown creases his handsome face as he answers. “Mr. Holden.” Ever since Dawn explained the true nature of her connection to them, Travis has deepened the scope of his investigation. The deeper he digs, the more unsettling the revelations become. Dawn possesses a trove of crucial information—not just about Spring but about other key players as well.

Chris’s name flashes on the screen. “What?” I mutter. “Turn on the TV.” “Why?” “Just do it.” Annoyed, I grab the remote and flick on the television. The screen lights up instantly. And my stomach drops. A photo fills the screen. Me. Outside the club last night. Blood on my lip. Security pulling people apart behind me. The headline stretches across the bottom of the screen. DYLAN HART INVOLVED IN VIOLENT NIGHTCLUB FIGHT Another image flashes.