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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"You bitch!" Valrus shouts. He's backing up, as if thinking that putting space between them will save him from his dismal fate at the bottom of the lake. "I'll kill you! For the rest of my days, I'll plan your agonizing death!"
Kane is saying something, but Hannah hears nothing, her ears ringing, stuck holding Valrus's fear-filled gaze. He's terrified and on the verge of tears, but he's holding it back with the wicked pride he'll forever exude. "I'm sorry," she whispers, not sure why.
Valrus swallows. His gaze is wild. "I do love you."
"No," Hannah whimpers, tears falling from her eyes. "Don't you dare!"
"I do," Valrus says, tripping and falling ungracefully onto the grassy knoll that leads back to the motel. He doesn't rise, half-lays, and clutches at the grass. "I hate you. You're infuriating. Uncouth. Simple..."
He rips a clump and tosses it her way, the fistful of dirt slapping her jeans. "You're...so stubborn. So irritating. I've read your thoughts—boring things they are, but they're good. Not many are. Not like yours. I love you; I've lied about a lot, yes, but I've never lied about that, never."
Hannah stumbles forward, yanking away from Kane's grip that grabs her arm to steady her. "You asshole!" Don't do this. Not at the end. Don't make her question. Haunting her forever with what-ifs
She's on Valrus with her fists. He doesn't fight back. Her knuckles meet his jaw. When he turns instinctually to protect himself from her ire, arms covering his head, she punches his shoulder, his back, and his side.
