The Dark City Chronicles ⁓ Book Three
The apocalypse looms ever closer! Steamy romance, heart-stopping action, seductive vampires, magic that defies nature, sprinkles of dark-humor, and, as always, the everlasting bonds of friendship.
Hannah's strug...
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A nightly wind blew through the yard. At the edge of the property, trees swayed and leaves rustled. Speaking inside wasn't an option because the house was full of vampires who could listen to their conversation, but the temperature had fallen. He had to bite the bullet and head indoors for a sweater.
Lucas gave him a hoodie.
He was going to rip it off when he wouldn't freeze his balls off.
Not because it was dark pink. He didn't care.
Lucas kept staring. Kane's instincts told him that not all of it was teasing. It wasn't close to when Lucas stared at Reid when he thought Kane didn't notice. They could light a fire with the yearning sparks Lucas gave off then.
But this stare had heat that he'd felt on his back, and it had Kane itching to brawl. He would have punched the asshole if he hadn't thought Lucas would get off on it.
Lucas was a fucking predator. Asha needed to sacrifice her body to placate the beast and protect the rest of the world from his grubby hands. Lucas had to be strung out if he was daring Kane's wrath by staring at his ass.
"After I displaced you," Milton said, staring at his hand, which lay flat on the wooden table. He sat in the chair at the end, shifted slightly towards them. "I went back to that nest, used my magic to blow myself up and the creatures, and that's all I recall."
Hannah sat in the chair to Kane's left. Her hand rested on his thigh beneath the table. "You spoke to me," she said softly. "I was in the motel the night Reid was shot and turned. You told me not to open the door."
They had lit a candle when the moonlight proved not to be enough. Bugs congregated around the tiny flame, dancing with every gust of wind and casting light across their faces.
After Asha left to go to bed, they told Milton nearly everything. It had taken over an hour. It made Kane realize how much had happened in the last week. Too much.
He was glad Hannah took over when he trailed, recounting the most painful memories. Reid nearly dying was hard, and the idiot giving himself to Alma was a punch to Kane's gut, reminding him of his constant failures. They left the shit with Valrus unsaid because Hannah hadn't brought him up, and Kane would leave that mess to her.
He hadn't told his dad about the companion bond either.
Milton frowned. "Maybe I did. I remember pieces like a dream. I didn't fully cross over. I don't think so. I must have lingered. My soul reached out to you. I had a vision once, years ago. You opened a door, and there was a white-haired man on the other side, waiting to hurt you."
"Azrael," Hannah whispered shakily.
Milton stared at the candle flame. "You must know by now. The visions aren't clear, and they often change."
Hannah nodded. "I've had a hard time making sense of any of it." She bit her lip nervously. Kane felt a pang of apprehension at the sight. He'd sensed something was off with her but hadn't figured out what.
