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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She had been so distraught when she ran up the porch stairs, slick with rain, and rushed through the house and to the back bedrooms that she hadn't taken in her surroundings. The only person she'd glimpsed was Kiernan, but she'd only given him a passing glance.
She took in the house while walking down the hallway with planks creaking underfoot and Kane's fingers tangled with hers. It was spacious and bright, with moonlight streaming through large windows with pine framing, revealing the silver patterning hidden in the brown wallpaper.
She frowned at the paintings they passed.
Landscapes in bright colours. A few artworks were exceptionally beautiful, but the dark shades and bright splatters of red were unsettling. They remind her of blood. They were all signed in the lower corners with a prettily handwritten G. She had a feeling Kiernan didn't paint these unless he had the soul of an artist that she'd missed.
The far end of the hallway led to a few closed doors that she assumed were more bedrooms and a bathroom. The other had pristine glass doors that gave a peek of a rain-slick deck.
Their destination was a wide pine-framed doorway where a woman's angry voice wafted above the sound of a television.
The smell of food filling the warm air and the polished wood gave everything a relaxed vibe that made her anxious. A part of her was waiting for the payment from that spell to make itself known. The last thing she could afford to do was feel comfortable.
But the tension she held slipped away when they crossed the doorway's threshold, stepping under the thick pine framing.
The living room had a wagon-wheel chandelier hanging from large beams of pine wood that travelled the expanse of the high ceiling, giving off a soft light that glinted against the glossy, orangish hardwood floors. Large windows with brown, drawn-back drapery flanked impressive oak cabinetry built around a large, mounted television. Through the glinting glass, she saw a glimpse of a foggy evening.
To her right was a good view of a lively kitchen through a large pass-through with a bright-coloured painting of a tree in autumn hanging beside its pine framing.
She could see a silver sink with a curved faucet facing the living room through the pass-through. Pine cabinetry and a tiled backsplash that matched the grey countertops. She didn't have a full view of the kitchen from her vantage point in the doorway, but she could hear clanks of pans. A heavenly smell of food cooking wafted through the room.
Hannah took in the man who had his back to the doorway. Axel, or Alexander, was leaning against the back of a leather sectional couch. She was unsure what to call him. She'd heard Kiernan and Reid refer to him by differing names. He was intimidating in his bulk alone. He and Lucas could give each other workout tips. And the fact that he was a vampire gave her a shiver from merely staring at his broad shoulders and biceps, pulling his black long-sleeve taut.
