Heartis Venice Romane & Geschichten

I know that in a minute, Hebe will land here with the man I thought would be my mate. The Amias will take him away, tear him from my arms, and I will never get him back. Vampires and Lycans can’t be together. “I know,” I assured him. “But he will be alive. That is all I ask.” Hebe lands next to me. Her skin glimmers like velvet in the starlight. Her long, black hair is braided in intricate patterns down her back. “You should have seen their faces,” she cackles.

"It's not going to be a holiday. I'm pretty sure Marco wants me to work, you know." "Not all the time, surely? And goodness knows, that's a lovely part of the world you're going to. Not far from Venice, is it?" "No, not far." Probably not the best place to visit while suffering from a broken heart though, I thought. Wasn't Venice meant to be the City of Love?

The sun bled red across the horizon, staining the sky with the color of war. The city of Venice lay beneath its fading glow like a wounded beast—majestic still, but scarred, smoke curling from the skeletons of buildings that once pulsed with life. It was here that Dante Moretti and Amara had claimed their empire. And it was here that their enemies had chosen to strike again.

She’d come for Vincent, but now it seemed that ghosts were emerging from every corner, and she wasn’t sure who was haunting whom. “Elena,” Vincent’s voice pulled her focus, smooth and measured, but there was a bite in it, as if he was aware of her distraction. “I didn’t think you’d make it out to Jersey tonight.” She turned to him, masking her shock at his words. She hadn’t told anyone about the intel or about going to Venice. Slipping on the empty stool beside him, she angled her body, so that she kept the “dead” man in her peripheral vision. “I’m here for answers, Vincent. No more games.”

“Talk to me. Tell me something.” His voice was faint. “You… look beautiful when you’re mad.” A choked laugh escaped her. “Not funny.” His breathing slowed. Her heart pounded. “Ethan?” He didn’t respond. “Dammit!” Her voice broke. “Don’t do this.” Liam pressed the accelerator harder. “Hang on.” Elena tightened her grip on Ethan, her fingers trembling. *** The penthouse came into view as a sleek, towering building standing like a fortress against the city skyline.

I walked out of the room and held the door behind me, “I’m okay, I just….I don’t work well with groups….” “That’s chill, me neither. Anyway, we will be having a final party to end our trip to Venice. It's at a club…..” She handed me a pass, “The velvet serenade?” I tried pronouncing the name on the pass she gave me, “Yeah, that right there is your only ticket for entry, so don’t lose it. I’d see you there, or not. But you really should come, it’s not every day a girl gets to party in Venice.” She joked.

He smirked and ran his hand through his hair, “Is that a bet?” “Sure. It’s a bet.” “And what’s in it for me?” he asked, What do you want?” “Well…” he took a step closer to me and I took a step back. My face suddenly heated up as my heart chaotically pounded in my chest. Control yourself, Jenna. Your heart can’t beat for three guys at the same time. For every step he took forward, I took one back until I finally hit the wall, feeling the coldness against my back.

Alissa looked around the room better now the ringing in her ears was subsiding. The deep red walls gave the room a smaller feel than it was, it was cozy. The dim light cast shadows around the room. A painting of a river with a boat being rowed by a man dressed in black and white hung on the wall. “Venice, a human city far from here.” Alissa looked to Luca, he had followed her line of sight. “How far is it?” she asked.