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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In the basement of the building, through the many winding corridors, there's an office. It has a perpetual aroma of dust and wood, not distasteful but recognisable. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves flank the walls of the average-sized room, and the archived books within have off-white tags dangling over the spines. The dark furniture and dim lighting make the room stifling. It's as if the world no longer exists beyond the three sets of predatory eyes taking in their arrival.
Kane lays a palm on Reid's stomach, clutching a fistful of the idiot's shirt and dragging him close. It's supportive, but also to keep a mental note of where Reid is when shit is inevitably going to go down. Kane is hyperaware of Axel locking the doors behind them with tandem clicks.
Axel lingers out of sight, strategically blocking the only exit.
Gabriel stands at the far end of a cast-iron coffee table, wearing a pastel blue suit jacket with a lapel flipped, so he can keep a hand casually in the pocket of his trousers. "You don't have to look so solemn; I've merely taken the liberty to have some safeguards put in place."
"This wasn't the deal!" Reid laughs bitterly. "What happened to the neutral ground?"
Kane takes in the room quickly. Evaluating threats. And it's the third occupant of the room that causes Kane's vision to redden dangerously. Kiernan. He's the closest to Gabriel, leaning his elbows against one of a pair of leather settees. His tan skin looks darker against his crisp white shirt. His brown hair is shorter than when Kane saw the bastard with his stupid curls tucked behind his ears instead of brushing his shoulders.
