All Chapters of Daughter of Blood and Nightmares: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ASHTONThe knock thunders through my chest. His voice sounds like it’s right behind my ear. “Ashton, open the door...” A heavy pause, “...after you get dressed, of course. We need to talk. I need to explain.”There it is. Admission. But admission to what? Being a demon? Fluke explanation be damned. I’m cursed and he’s not human. Or is it an admission that his on the verge of death kiss was a mistake? It was a mistake, I repeat to myself. I have to get out of here. In a panic, I throw anything on. I don’t care if it matches or fits, I just need clothes on…now.With a deep breath before opening the door, I gather my wits before facing what’s outside. I can handle this. I’ve faced down many demons. And I can absolutely face the only person who has ever kissed me even with it being a mistake…and the fact that he’s a demon.At first sight, he looks like an average man. But there’s a monster lurking underneath. The pieces don’t fit, but I don’t care. Details don’t have to fit into place, lo

ASHTONStepping in front of the old dilapidated manor has my heart racing and the threat of tears stings my eyes. It feels so good to be back even if it is short lived.I walk in as if I still live here. I’m face to face with a few familiar faces, luckily Phoebe isn’t one of them. Dani...or Lux sits at the window seat again, Abigail sits on the couch with an array of silverware laid out in front of her on the coffee table and Samantha, who I haven’t seen leave her room for months, sits in one of the chairs rocking back and forth.They’re eyes follow me as I give them a small, cautious smile before retreating to the steps. Lively bunch. Addison must be in her room, she has to be in her room. I would think that Seraphina would tell me if she’d died. Voices slow my steps. I creep up the hall, eyes locked on my old room. The voices get louder.I reach my room first before Addison’s, but I’m stuck in place, hovering in the open doorway. There’s no time to reminisce about the old squeaky be

CARDENMy trust and patience only go so far with her and even less with others. Brit is dead, but Draven is still out there. Pissed and vengeful. Then there’s others that are out looking for her, ready to collect whatever bounty is on her head. Who’s the one that set it?There’s only one other person I trust with her. She doesn’t want to see me right now, but she can’t be left alone. Oliver opens his door on the second knock. “Look at you. I was gonna go look for you if you didn’t show up soon. Doc patched you up, I see.”“You heard.” I groan.He steps aside letting me in, “I think everyone in the building has by now. Brit that two timing bitch. I’m not sure I’m surprised though. She hated you and we already knew she wasn’t Ashton’s biggest fan. Last time you two are allowed to go on any missions without me.”“Speaking of you being Ashton’s second babysitter, I need your help.”“I never said-”“She left.” The words get stuck in my throat. “She’s heading back to Mysteria to speak to Wi

ASHTONWhen we get back to the complex the whispering doesn’t stop. If anything it gets worse. What am I missing? What are they not telling me? They’re so desperate to get to Zayne that they pawn me off to Greggory. I’ve gone how long without seeing his smug face? I’m reminded that it hasn’t been long enough and it never will be. He marches me to my room like the prisoner he believes me to be.Carden and Oliver slip behind Zayne’s door without a word or glance back. I try to tell him that maybe I should be present too. That I have information, but Greggory doesn’t budge. He has the audacity to whip his baton out when I linger too long. He slaps it against his palm in a silent threat for me to start walking or else.I bite my tongue as I proceed down the hall. My mind races with ideas on how to drown him. There are several, but not a single one to put into action before we reach my room. He jabs the nub of the bat into my back, pushing me inside. The snap of the lock is just as absolut

CARDENConversation is nonexistent on the way back to the complex. We both know what we’re facing. But he’s not going to win and he’s definitely not getting his hands on her.Zayne’s face lightens up when we barge into his office. “What the hell is going on out there?” Did he hear of the chaos that has been unleashed?“West River is under siege. Seven soldiers are supposedly captive.”His concern is warranted. “Seven soldiers? Captive by who? We’ll send out more to retrieve them.”I’m left to be the one to reply to him, because Oliver stands next to me with his eyes on the ground. “Draven. He’s made his move and a threat is made. It’s us or her.”“What are you saying?” Zayne finally speaks into the room, a repulsed curl to his lips.Oliver finally finds his words, replying as I can’t say it. “They want to trade.” The words being said out into the room have a sharp ache stab through my chest.“That’s a reasonable conclusion.” Zayne admits. His eyes remain on his desk refusing to look a