Zane's heart pulses against my hand. I close my fist on it the same time that Jacques does.His eyes meet mine. "Unleash your magic."The other vampires dash forward, trying to pry Zane off me. I can't let them. If they run they'll only try to come back and kill me. Maybe even go after Aunt Grace an
"Never mind." I swallow, chills sweeping over my body. My gaze went from his face to the granite angel statue a few feet away in the graveyard. "Just get me to the leyline and I can get help from the academy like a spell or something.""Magic cannot cure this." He clasps my hand, and his thumb strok
A coppery taste coats my tongue and I cough, gagging as more liquid is poured down my throat. I try to turn away, to move, to freaking even open my eyes, but I can't. Someone is holding my head.Even if none of my muscles seem to work."That's it, mon couer, a little more," Jacques murmurs.His voic
"Let me get you something to drink." Angelic leaves the bedroom.I don't know if I will be able to keep anything down after everything I've learned. Jacques hovers near a window, but doesn't rush to my side, giving me room to process everything. It's still dark outside though I have no idea what tim
Jacques's words and the idea of him biting me heats my skin all over. I don't like vampires, yet I find myself drawn to him, which doesn't make any sense. I can't be crushing on a bloodsucker."Have my words offended you?" he asks."No." I shake my head, hating the lie. "All of this...I mean you and
Sunlight pours in through a window and I wake disoriented. Nothing looks in this small bedroom like home or even the dorm room at the university. Then last night and Jacques's kiss comes flashing back and I tingle all over from the memory.I glance over to the spot where he was last night, watching
Her dark eyes sadden, but she nods.Without waiting for her to change her mind, I brush out of the apartment onto a busy French street. People are hustling down the sidewalk to work. Some are walking their dogs or pushing strollers.Across the street, a group of teenagers is walking in tandem, arm-i
"Stop," I scream, twisting to try and get out of Zane's iron-like grip on my arm. "Let me go."This can't be happening. He's dead. I killed him and he was a freaking pile of ash.His fingers tighten on my forearm, nails digging into my flesh, and a sob escapes my lips. I can't get free. Other shadow