Blood and Rain
Kaelen froze dead in his tracks, the words dying instantly in his throat.
His eyes, wide and wild, darted from Lucian’s vibrant, fiercely healthy frame straight to the grand four-poster bed. There, tangled in the silk sheets, sat Rebecca—her long black hair unstyled, her pale shoulders bare, and the unmistakable scent of her mortal blood and pure, unadulterated mate-bond energy filling the Sovereign’s private air.
The wayward young vampire looked as if he had just slammed into a brick wall, his headstrong attitude instantly vanishing into sheer, suffocating shock.
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