“See you,” he says.“Bye.” I give him a wave as he heads through the door before I close it behind him. The temptation to look out into the hallway to see if I can spy Kane anywhere is difficult to ignore, but I manage.I go back to my bed and toss myself down, thinking it may take a while for the V
EmoryIt’s almost dinner time. But I’m not going back to the dining room today. I haven’t been told by King Kane that it’s okay for me to skip again. Maybe I need his permission. Maybe I don’t.I figure, if he wants me to know I should be there, he can come and tell me. And if he realizes he wants m
I nearly jump out of my skin. Turning around, I see her approaching from behind me, peering over the couch.Hastily, I shove the paper into my book. “Oh, uh, just a bookmark,” I tell her. I don’t think it’s any of her business what it is. I don’t even know if I’m going to go. What would the king do
I put on some nice lacy blue lingerie and then go to the closet to pick out a dress. I find a black one and decide that it will look nice on me, and I can manage the zipper by myself, not that I would mind having Kane unzip me again. I decide on some black heels that have no straps that are easy to
EmoryJacob’s pale skin catches the moonlight as he comes toward me, his pace surprisingly human now, a bit cautious. I can’t anticipate what he’s waiting for, but I wish I knew. Maybe then, if I had some kind of an inkling as to what he’s up to, I would be able to do something to get away from him.
“The guards that patrol this part of the castle have all been paid off,” she explains. Taking a step forward, she says, “No one is coming.”My eyes widen as I realize she’s telling me the truth. What am I going to do?“It’s one nark, bitch werewolf against three vampires,” Jacob says. “I think the o
Her fangs are a good four inches long now, and I know this is it for me. They will drain me dry, killing me within a few minutes.“Help me!” I scream. “Lex, please! Kane! Nellie!”I am still screaming for all of the people I can think of when I feel the piercing sting of Opal’s teeth sinking into my
Kane I am walking through a meadow in the darkness. The tall grass waves in the breeze as the moonlight glints off of the trees in the distance. A slow fog rolls in from the edges of my vision. I am all alone, yet I know that Emory is somewhere nearby. I’m not sure if I’m looking for her or if I’m
“I’ll send him up,” she says, touching my arm. “That’s fine, Emelda.”“I need him to go to the castle first and tell Michael. The ball–he’s at the ball.” My mouth continues to move without sound as I grapple with the idea of telling Alma what he did to Faye. But my eyes glaze over the scar peeking
EmeldaI’m shaking. I quickly dab spots of dark, vampiric blood from Faye’s neck, my fingers trembling with rage and confusion as I watch her take several shallow breaths in a row. There’s been absolutely no change in her condition. She’s been still. Cold. Dead, in all honesty. Dying a slow, drawn
Michael Emelda moves like an agitated fledgling as she dusts lint from my shoulders. She swats my hand when I reach for my hair, shaking her head and scowling before adjusting a single rogue curl trying to fight against the hold of the hair gel she slathered through my tresses. “Don’t move. Don’t
MichaelLowe spins his pint of beer in a circle, his eyes scanning the run-down dive bar and its grizzly patrons. He wrinkles his nose when a duo of rough looking vampires walk by, baring their fangs at our table. “It stinks here,” he says under his breath before sipping from his glass. “The beer’s
EmeldaMichael has officially lost his mind. I edge closer to the bed, the vial I hold trembling as I raise a shaking hand. “You can’t possibly know that for sure. It’s too early. Far too early.”He looks down at the nearly dead vampire in the bed, his eyes wide and glossy with shock and the last gl
MichaelI pace the foyer, running my fingers through my hair over and over again as I listen to the voices of Emelda and Alma drifting down the staircase. Lowe walks in from the kitchen with an armful of firewood, his face drawn with fatigue. I nod at him in greeting as he walks past me toward the
“What did they do to you?” I press. I wave my hand at the mess of jars, herbs, and healing… potions, not just tonics. Actual potions. Potions made by a witch.“What didn’t they do is a better question,” she murmurs, turning away. “Emelda–”“I was a girl,” she whispers over the simmering water and c
MichaelThree hours later, in the dead middle of the night, I stand in the doorway leading into the cozy guest room I brought Faye into what must have been weeks ago. I guess that much time has passed since then. It feels like seconds, honestly. I feel like I haven’t had a chance to catch my breath
MichaelAlma and Lowe speak in quiet tones in the foyer while he helps her into her thick coat. The usual, ceaseless sprinkle of rain has finally turned to sleet–a vicious mix of freezing rain and the first hints of snow that’s going to make the village an icy mess when day turns to night. Lowe pus