RainerI make it back to the castle despite the head injury. Dr. Martin wants to keep me in the hospital wing overnight for observation. My ribs aren’t broken, but I have bruises on my torso. This makes it hard to lie down in any position besides on my back.I’ve had worse injuries. Nothing a little
“No, to you.”Kane smiles, his gratitude at my loyalty clear on his face. “Once Dr. Martin lets you out, come visit Emory and your godson. Mikey is the cutest baby you’ll ever see.”I laugh because he called him Mikey. My charm works on everyone. “He’s cute thanks to his mom’s pretty genes.”Kane ro
She’s quiet. Her mouth quivers, and I watch the play of emotions on her face–sadness, anger, longing, joy, and finally, acceptance.“I’ve tried to fight this,” she tells me. “I fought as hard as I could, but you got underneath my skin.”“I know, sweetheart.” I coax her to move forward. “Come here.”
EmoryMichael won’t stop crying. I don’t know what he wants. I’ve fed and burped him and changed his diaper. Nothing seems to work.Even with my mom and the maids help, I’m exhausted and not getting enough sleep. No one can figure out why the baby won’t stop crying. During a check-up at the clinic,
“No,” she says. “There’s something else we haven’t tried.“What?”“Michael is half-vampire. We haven’t tried giving him blood.”I blink as I remember Dr. Martin explaining that vampire babies are fed blood along with milk usually along the six month mark. Due to Michael’s hybrid nature, we haven’t b
I feel guilty at having to leave her to the brunt of caring for Michael. I want to be there more for them, but I still have a war to deal with. Now that Jacob is back at Scarlett Thunder, I expect King Peter to launch an attack any day now. The birth of my son has added a new fear to my life–the fea
RainerAs soon as Dr. Martin discharges me from the clinic, I’m back to duty as if I’ve never been gone. A lot can happen in a week’s time, especially since we’re on the verge of a war that could annihilate our way of living. With our leverage against Scarlett Thunder gone, we’re anticipating King P
Rainer parks the car, and we step out of the vehicle. We’re in the middle of a clearing where there are only trees and the ruins of old stone cottages to be found. The place looks like it was abandoned a very long time ago. My heart sinks as I try to look for any trace of the coven I used to be part