Sleepy Hollow Katrina Novels & Stories

If Daimon was too blind to see it, then she would find a way to separate them herself. Meanwhile, Daimon remained standing middle of the hospital stairs. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake off the nagging restlessness in his chest. He exhaled sharply. "Damn it." Katrina had been rushed to the hospital overnight due to severe food poisoning. It wasn’t until morning that he learned. By the time he arrived, she had already undergone treatment, but she remained unconscious.

Katrina couldn’t make much sense of the conversation, but she knew she had troubled a certain group of people. She knew they were vampires, but she didn’t realize she was in the presence of the Queen. She wasn’t sure what it meant, exactly. But as soon as she heard it, she felt her entire body grow cold, and she realized that she couldn’t stay. There were too many unknown variables. She couldn’t keep playing games against people who wanted to do bad things to humans, or maybe even worse. Katrina didn’t want to know any more about those people, so if they wanted to find her, they would just have to go through her. The only problem with it being dark was that she couldn’t see where she was goi

With more grace than anyone should be able to muster, Katrina dismounted from her mate’s dick and moved to the bed next to him, all while keeping the goods covered. “Darren? You can come in now, Tesoro Mio. They are covered and not actively fucking.” I called out to the hallway. Katrina rolled her eyes, huffing as she pushed her thick mane of dark curls with red streaks out of her face. Tiberius frowned as she managed to get into a sitting position. Can’t blame him for frowning. I did just interrupt him getting laid after being in a coma. I’d be pissed if someone interrupted Darren and me mid fucking.

Chiara gave her magic to Katrina to ensure she would be strong enough to end the Shit Witch’s terror of this world. I was nervous as I lay there listening to the sounds of the hospital beyond the door, too on edge to sleep. After all the talking and tears, Katrina had fallen asleep in my arms. I didn’t think I’d ever want to close my eyes again, too afraid to fall asleep even if the Shit Witch was dead. But after watching my mate blissfully sleep in my arms, I closed my eyes. ‘Focus, Tie.’ August yawned.