The Dark City Chronicles ⁓ Book One
The creatures of evil won't stand a chance! The Demon's Reprisal is an action-packed novel with spicy romance, seductive vampires, dark humor, budding love, and the everlasting bonds of friendship.
After the death...
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The soft melody of classical music, elegant and charming, complements the artfully depicted walls and high-dome steeple ceiling. Reid tilts his head, peering at the new wallpaper at an awkward angle. The longer he stares, the stranger it becomes: twisting vines wrapping and weaving, snakes entwined around nude women's necks, men with wings and curved swords fighting in nameless fights. It's an endless, strange delineation of sheer chaos.
"For fuck's sake," Kenneth gripes. His green eyes sweep the room, giving any of the unlucky delegates who encounter his gaze the meanest look he can muster—it's hilarious.
"Gabriel will know we've shown up by now." Reid pats Kenneth's chest. He doesn't move his hand away, lingering and smoothing nonexistent wrinkles down Kenneth's pressed black button-up shirt beneath his open jacket. "Now we wait for our execution like good dogs."
"He demands you show up and then makes you wait," Kenneth growls, and shoves Reid's wandering hands away angrily. "Fucking jerk."
The playhouse is alight with a symphony of combating voices, chatting, laughing, and whispering. Reid had spotted a few familiar faces when arriving, mostly vampires from Fawnhill. He'd rather choke to death on the disgusting caviar being served than go out of his way to ignite conversation. The sea of hoity-toity suits and silk-draped bodies makes him physically ill to be too close to for a long period of time. Hence, they linger in one of the quieter corners.
