LOGINAt least it meant he was human—more human than she had believed him to be. A much softer man. The next day, Liz found her thoughts drifting back to her stepbrother? Or was it stepson? Considering that she was sleeping with the guy’s dad. Anyway, she’d figure out the proper title later. It was most
A kiss. That was all it took to soften her. Liz didn’t understand how something so simple could leave her feeling unsteady long after it ended. Damien’s touch lingered in her thoughts. He left warmth on her skin with every contact. Ironically, Damien was cold to touch. Vampire and warmth didn’t eve
Liz stared at her, disbelief giving way to anger. “Nothing?” “Edmund is a sweetheart.” Liz shrugged her mother’s hand off, her face twisting in disgust. “You’ve met him?” Gwen hesitated. “Well… I’ve only met Damien’s son once or twice.” Once or twice was far too many times. Liz turned back to Da
Liz stared at Damien like he had spoken in another language. Or maybe she was imagining things, because there was no way those words just came out of his mouth. The words replayed in her head, over and over again, each repetition slower than the last, as though her mind were deliberately dragging t
Liz sat beside the bed, the book resting lightly in her hands. Gwen lay against the pillows, eyes half-lidded but peaceful. She looked smaller like this. Fragile in a way Liz didn’t remember her ever being. The blankets were pulled up to her chest, her hands folded neatly over them. Liz read too s
“I have no other lover,” Damien said flatly. “Aside from you.” Liz searched his face for something. Anything. There was nothing there but calm. Oh, so her mother didn’t count as another lover? But then, Gwen was the wife and Liz would be the mistress, so she was the other lover. Didn’t Damien reali







