Novel & Cerita Max Lightwood Bane

The familiar beautiful hum that danced on his skin whenever his mate touched him was present and he could not help the satisfied groan that hole fr his throat. Well, that was before the heard a loud crash that had him halting for a second to deduce what it was anc where it was coming from. The first thing that hit him was the smell, it smelled like gunpowder. “No”. The muttered out as he increased his speed. The bomb sounded from behind them but it was just too far from them. He could immediately feel Marissa start to panic but what he also knew was that he could not feel the strength from her that he started to feel after discovering she was an Oscura, abd he had the hunch that the bastard

Aware. My chest tightened before I even looked up. Bane stood there. Dark shirt. Hands in his pockets. Blue eyes fixed directly on me like nobody else existed around us. Damon stood behind him looking deeply exhausted already, like he had been dragged into this against his will. “I need to talk to you,” Bane said simply. The table immediately tensed. “You don’t have to go,” Kane said before I could answer. Aurelia nodded quickly. “Seriously. Let him suffer.”

I cried, not able to say the words were rising in my throat; I didn't want any of this to be accurate; trapped inside a nightmare that I cannot awake. "I know," Bane said; he softly stroked my cheek, and I looked up at him shocked; he smiled softly at me; the sky was black and full of stars. The moonlight hit his face, suddenly showing his bright blue eyes; his face chiseled to perfection, his dirty blonde hair was tousled and thick.

Maxwell said starring at Bane's neck. "I don't think there's any need for that detective,I want you to drop the charges filed against them and put them on bail".Bane ordered. "What?,but sir these are the drug dealers that was arrested at the warehouse three days ago,we can't just release them sir".Maxwell replied looking shocked. "Do you have any evidence we can use against them?".Bane asked. "Not really sir we didn't find any..........".Maxwell was not allowed to finish his statement.

I bite the inside of my cheek and follow him without any more questions. When we reach further inside the palace, past at least a dozen guards, a grand view of a voluptuous staircase comes into sight. An older man appears, and let’s just say, he looks so much like Alexander that I don’t doubt for a second he must be Bane Senior. Bane Senior is sitting on a couch, nodding at something the man next to him seems to be saying when his sharp, old eyes land on us, and his entire face fumes with anger.