*Kane* Vampires don’t get fatigued. At least, we don’t usually get fatigued. Not from simple tasks like the one I am doing now, but as I lean over the desk and stare at the map in front of me, my eyes start to blur out of focus, and everything begins to fade slightly. I’ve been looking at this fuc
He purses his lips together and continues to let his eyes bulge from his head. “Well, I never!” he finally says. “First of all, I don’t believe that Scarlett Thunder has actually declared war, have they? And have we?” I don’t even bother to answer the question as he already knows the answer. He al
*Emory*A walk in the garden was meant to lift my spirits, but when I return to my room a few hours later, I find that it has done very little. As I come back to my room, I am reminded that at least I no longer have to fear having my throat ripped out while I’m out and about. That is something to be
The Alpha King is a work of art. I wish he would’ve removed his shirt so I can more clearly see his rippling chest muscles, but even with his shirt on, I can see his abs and biceps working as he continues to thrust into me. His eyes are closed, and his perfect lips are held in an ecstatic pose.I bi
*Kane* Whether or not my brother is lying remains to be seen. Our forces drove out from the castle in large transport vehicles that were designed to get us closer to the launching off point, but then, we would travel by foot through the thick forest, moving in on the enemy, using our speed, dexteri
No one spoke, but I could see in their eyes that they understood the importance of what I was saying. “Tonight, we will move through the trees unimpeded, inflict mortal wounds on our enemies, and disappear into the darkness before they know what hit them!” Through telepathy, many of the warriors s
Looking up at the balcony at this angle, I can imagine he didn’t have a perfect view of what was happening, but he had to have known. He heard my screams. I’d been begging for his help. At least, when they tossed me over the balcony, he’d been there to catch me. In my mind, I can see that, see my b
*Emory* I run off behind Nellie as she leads me to Kane’s office where I see a telephone sitting on its side. I’ve never been in here before, but I know it’s his office because it smells like him. My stomach clenches into a tight fist as I make my way across the room, terrified that something has h
MichaelThe emissary to Red River–the real one–isn’t anyone I recognize. He’s tall and pale blond, his red eyes gleaming in the brightly lit ballroom where he and his posse of royal Red River guards have gathered. He scans the group before him–myself, my father, and my uncle, and smiles faintly, hi
I listen intently, watching a myriad of emotion play over her face as she knits her fingers together. “We spent an entire summer sneaking around,” she says softly, closing her eyes. “He’d find me in the garden, in the library, sometimes going as far as to sneak into my room at night. We couldn’t st
FayeStill in the library, I listen intently as Emelda discloses far more than I expected her to.There was a point in Emelda’s life as a vampire that she’d accepted she’d always be alone. Her bed would always be cold, her skin unblemished by a loving touch. She’d never know love again, and for deca
Faye“It really is gorgeous,” Emelda says the next morning while walking with me to the library. She runs her thumb over the massive sapphire ring and smiles faintly, raising her brows. “I think it’s a family heirloom, too. You should expect a load of fine jewelry to follow.”“You know I don’t care
FayeKing Kane is a slightly terrifying man. His presence is all consuming–like he sucks the light out of the room. He doesn’t look his age, like all vampires. The only indication that he’s a senior vampire compared to his son is the faint gray glow around his temples where his dark hair is starting
MichaelI watch Faye run a comb through her hair, over and over. The golden strands shine like golden silk in the pockets of sunlight shimmering through the curtains. Beyond the glass, knee-deep snow covers the castle grounds in a blanket of pure, untouched white. Deep inside, I feel a flicker of m
I shake my head, sniffling, trying to pull my tears back into my eyes but fail miserably. They trickle down my cheeks, freezing to my face. “We would have been caught.”“I wouldn’t have cared. I still don’t!”“You were getting married–”“I’ve been betrothed since I was a child,” he says hotly, gritt
Emelda“Why are you out here?” Cole asks, his hand moving up my back as he presses me closer. “You’re freezing.”“I wanted to check on Ravenfell–”“I was on my way–”“It’s not your responsibility–”“I was on my way to find you,” he cuts in, taking a breath. I open my eyes, breaking out of the haze
Finn leans against the fireplace while Cassidy stokes the fire, but everyone is waiting for me to start talking. That’s why I came here, after all. To share news from the castle about our duke and our friends. “Lowe is likely going to survive,” I say to the group, ignoring the shuffle of feet as pe