Devon’s POV:This was impossible, how could she feel my emotions? I asked myself but the sharp burst of warmth in my chest reminded me that I already knew why. "Damn." I growled as I ran out of the room, her scent a subtle mixture of freshly cut grass, fire and vanilla. It made my wolf instincts kick in and I had to stop and brace myself against the cool walls, trying to stay sane, to tighten the thin chains of control around my wolf.'Stay!' I commanded to him and felt his disappointment as he quieted down. I kicked off the wall and took off, out of the open door and down the front stairs. The car was missing. She took the car. She left. A sense of urgency took hold of me as I ran back inside the house and sniffed. There. Her scent was faint. It was always so faint even when she was near. Why? What was holding her? My eyes widened as I recalled her words. Xavier. Glamour. Human realm.It suppresses my wolf instincts."Bloody vampire." I scowled at the wooden floorboards, feeling
The room I had been given was grand, like- crystal chandeliers, giant bed, velvet curtains and hand painted wall murals grand. I knew it didn't even compare to the royal and other special suites but still, it was a lot better than what I knew at home. Home. My chest constricted at the thought. My small cottage and my old rusty pickup were all alone in the middle of the woods. I felt homesick but then I saw the food basket set on the glass table, the dainty meat pies, colourful delicacies, the wine and I was sold. I stuffed my mouth with a meat pie and moaned at the explosion of tastes on my tongue. It was delicious. I licked my fingers and was about to reach for another when a soft laugh made me go still. "Don't stop on my account. Please carry on." The deep rumble of a male voice sounded from somewhere behind me. "What are you doing here?" I hissed at him. "Just wanted to talk." He said, a soft glow burning in his silvery eyes. Something was different about him. "What do you
Devon’s POV:I stared at Xavier, my friend from training days when we all were 16 and too green, as he rocked on the balls of his feet. He was wearing a form-fitting black suit, the expensive kind and carried a wooden staff polished to a black sheen in his hand."What do you want?" He asked, his voice holding a hint of amusement. "I want you to use your magic." I said, taking the silver goblet from the gothic young vampire hovering around us and eyed its contents. "It's wine, Devon. When will you start trusting me?" He asked with a scowl. "Never." "Oh, good for you." He said as he waved the goth over and spoke something to him in a language he knew I wouldn't understand. The bastard. "My magic, you say?" He asked as he folded himself into a chair, his movements graceful and swift. "But it's not magic, my friend." He grinned."The glamour you cast on her." I gritted out."Ah, so you're talking about the little wolf." He said as a smile stole over his features. My hand tightened ar
Nesta’s POV:I was not going to let him push me away. I was going to be a part of this case and I was going to solve the goddamned thing even if it cost me my peace. The Ulfric stood facing the window as we all gathered in his office. Ivan was again behaving strangely as he stood several inches away from me and I didn't even have to look behind me to tell where Devon was standing. I could feel his energy right behind me. Xavier was half sitting on the Ulfric's study table, running his fingers across the polished wood and playing with the magnetic things swaying with time. The only person missing from our little group was Liberty. I frowned and walked over to Xavier. "Have you seen Liberty? She's been absent from so many things lately." I asked him in a low voice. Xavier's head snapped up and his electric eyes focused on me, his lips tipping down at the ends as he shrugged. "Haven't seen her." He said and turned to look away. Something wasn't right. Xavier looked fishy. He always
Nesta’s POV:"Don't think that you are off the hook." He whispered in my ear from behind and I shuddered. "We still need to talk." He said and this time I felt the lightest touch of his fingers against my back and he was gone, he was standing in front of me gazing at me with a cool detachment. I sighed. "Why did you call me here?" I asked him, giving my surroundings a quick searching look. We were on the terrace, he had asked me to come up to meet him, the night sky was cloudy and there was no wind stirring, making the weather humid. "Ivan found out the owner of the number." He said and I stilled. "When?" I whispered, excitement stirring up my energy. "Last night." "And you're telling me now?!" I exclaimed. He shrugged and looked over my shoulder and behind himself as if checking for any eavesdroppers. "There is no one here." I said, he was making me paranoid. "Talk!" I hissed. His lips pressed into a thin line as he regarded me with those cold eyes. Why was he staring at me l
Nesta’s POV:Ivan stood beside me with a frown between his brows. "The Ulfric wants us to go there tomorrow." He said, running a hand through his curls. I gulped, my stomach churning at the prospect of going down south and confronting Daniel and his pack. I just didn't want to be a part of it but I had to, it was why I had been sent here."Then we will." I answered, my voice thick but steady. I had almost called Winterlash last night, intending to beg and even grovel at his feet for taking me off this mission. I wanted to plead with him to call me back home. I tensed as the scent of leather and ink flooded the drawing room announcing his presence even before he stepped into the room and Xavier mercifully stayed quiet as he glanced over his shoulder. "Devon." Ivan greeted him curtly and I waited for him to speak.There was only silence that met my ears, a swirling energy drawing close to us as Devon neared, aggression filling the room."Greetings, Devon." Xavier drawled and it was o
Liberty’s POV:I woke up feeling as if a heavy weight was pounding down on my head, everything was blurred and misty in front of my eyes and my tongue seemed to be swollen like wool inside my mouth. I swallowed hard and shuddered, my ears twitched as I strained to hear the whispered conversation taking place somewhere in my vicinity. "I say, we should just finish her off." A man's voice whispered. "No! You fool! The mistress knows that we brought a girl, she already asked Talon to bring her in." Another voice said and a few sounds of rustling followed the conversation. I bit back a curse as my wrists chafed against the shackles connected to a rough brick wall. At least my legs were free. I gritted my teeth. How could I have been so careless as to let these stupid werewolves take me? What did they even want from me? My eyes slowly regained clarity as the effect of the drug they had injected in me started to fade. I could see a small wooden door fitted to a white washed wall, which
Nesta’s POV:My body was on fire, I wanted to get out of these damn clothes and I clawed at my skin, it was on fire too. Everything was so hot. Someone said something to me but I was not in the mood to listen as I ripped open my shirt and shrugged out of my pants, I needed to change. My bones shifted with each step I took, I needed to go out, feel the wet dirt beneath my paws, the crisp wind bit into my body as I raced through the forest, I wanted to talk to the mists, I wanted to be one with the forest and never come out. "Nesta, it's not like I don't appreciate the view but you need to get back in your clothes. I don't want to die at Devon's hands. Okay?" Xavier drawled from somewhere in the room but I wasn't listening. I was much too aware of my wolf and how angry she was, she was breaking free and I was letting her. I shook my head frantically and rushed towards the only door I could see. I didn't stop when he called again because I couldn't and didn't want to. I just wanted to b