Se connecterI looked again.His eyes were brown. The same eyes that watched me over morning coffee, that softened every time I walked through the front door. Whatever I'd seen had lasted less than a second. The angle, the shadows, the low light. A trick of an exhausted mind.I searched his face for any trace of
After Roland and Dylan left, I stripped out of the tactical gear and stepped into the shower.The water ran hot. Garlic compound swirled green against the white tile before the drain pulled it away.I scrubbed my arms, my neck, the spot on my forearm where the glass had cut. The blood thinned to pin
He let me go.That was the thought that filled the silence after my body hit concrete. Not the pain in my left shoulder, not the glass embedded in my jacket lining, not the soprano still singing through the shattered window above me.The Vampire King had held my life in his hand for the second time.
Elias had accepted Lucien's invitation for no reason worth naming.The opera tickets were gone. He'd dropped them in the wastebasket, two squares of cream cardstock sliding into the bin without ceremony.Clara had taken the excuse about her father and left with Dylan. The tickets had no purpose now.
The first one lunged from my right.I ducked the grab and drove my dagger upward. The silver blade caught his forearm and he hissed, stumbling sideways.The second was already behind me. A fist slammed into my shoulder and knocked me into the brick wall.Four of them. They moved in coordinated shift
I watched the streetlights slide past the passenger window and tried not to think about the kiss Elias had pressed to my temple.He'd smelled like sandalwood and cold air. His hand had been warm on my hip. When he'd said be careful, he'd meant it the way husbands mean it. Come home safe from dinner.







