Hey everyone, welcome to book 2. I thought I would drop a little update. Going forward, it's likely I will only be releasing one chapter a day while we keep an eye on piracy issues. So although things are dying down, there are still some that we are battling with. I know many of you are keen for more and want me to hurry up, but please remember what I am going through. Thank you Taylor West
Neah“They are here?” I ask as the boys climb off of me. “They made it back with no problems?”Dane nods with a smile, which quickly fades. “Klaus told me that the ride was simple. No issues.”“And you don’t like that, do you?” I ask as I watch him.He leans down and presses his lips to my cheek. “W
I look at Silas, who is still standing completely still as Indy tries to hug the shit out of him. But I see no dark cloud.“A dark cloud? You mean like the darkness that can take hold of Lycans?”Klaus shakes his head. “This is different, and it comes from dark magic. Xavi has one.” He points to the
Brax“Madison, stop!”Blair shoots a glare in my direction. Placing her hands on Madison’s shoulders, she stops her from looking back and pushes Madison forward.“Madison!”“Fuck off, you traitor.” Blair snaps as I jog to catch up with them.“You are a fine one to talk, and this," I wiggle a finger
Damien “How about a drink?” I mutter as I watch Brax’s gaze drift to Ryken's place.“Might as well,” he tuts, “She’s not going to speak to me for a while.”He follows me to my place and settles on the kitchen worktop.“Dottie is changing,” I mutter as I slide a glass towards Brax.“She’s growing up
“Hunters.” He sighs, “A Hunter’s soul doesn’t break.”“How is that even possible?”“It’s the way we are born. Maybe it is why I can see souls so well.” He shrugs, “When our own is whole, we see things differently.”I look over at his glass. He has only had a tiny bit of brandy and slowly swills the
Neah“You still haven’t said anything,” Samara whispers as she eyeballs me. “She’s talking to Nyx,” Damien tells her.The longer Samara waits for me to talk, the more jittery she becomes. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, slurping on her coffee or glancing over my shoulder at Damien.
BraxIndy allows Amy to drag her through the crumbling hallways. I stay close, ready to rip Indy away the moment something changes. Amy’s soul is a mess. I knew she was helping, but I still didn’t trust her. There are cracks, and then there are holes, and sadly, the remainder of her soul is riddled
BraxI cock a brow at her, “Have you seen the rocks below?”“Yes.” She pivots around to Orion, who is standing at another window. “It’s what she said, okay. The tide isn’t always this low and…”“If we don’t hit it perfectly, we die anyway.” I tut.“I know what she said sounds insane." She stares at