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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The rain battered the window glass, and the harsh wind shook the pine framing. The storm outside was growing, raging out of control through a dark sky that periodically burst bright with a crack of lightning.
The fury he held with tight fists and shallow breaths was all he could focus on, gaze fixed on the thin chain coiled on the table. The familiar stone pendant of a weeping woman made him wary, but the sensation was no longer overwhelming.
Not like before.
That's how he'd let this asshole escape that dampener box.
"There's a guy in there?" Reid tried to reach out to the necklace but didn't get far. Kane whacked his fingers.
"Ow!" Reid pouted, rubbing at his fingers. Some of Kane's fury abated at the boyish hurt in the idiot's expression.
"I wasn't going to put it on," Reid muttered.
Milton piped in from the other side of the table, "Until we know what magic is in dominion, keeping this spirit from crossing over, we have to be careful."
The old man sat beside Hannah, who had been avoiding Kane's gaze since she'd revealed that she'd taken Valrus out of the box.
And the cherry on top of his outrage, the stuffy mage apparently knew about Reid's condition.
The six chairs surrounding the dining table were taken.
Kane sat with his arm draped across the back of Reid's chair. His fingers were clutched around the idiot's bicep, mostly because Lucas had taken to sitting lazily in the chair at the head of the table nearest to Reid, still giving off waves of hostility.
Kiernan sat in the other, their silent statue overseeing the messed-up conversation.
Everyone else was spread out around the kitchen, waiting to hear him drop the bomb he'd promised to reveal.
But, first, he had to deal with this shit again.
He couldn't help thinking of the phrase, Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. He shouldn't have ever given Hannah the dampener.
Reid was staring at the necklace. "They wanted me to touch it." He shrugged at their disturbed looks.
Kane didn't know if it was better that Reid was being open about the voices or if it was more concerning.
"It's powerful," Reid said. His hand rested on the table. Kane caught the twitch in his fingers as if he was thinking of trying to grab the chain again. He'd have a broken hand before he got close enough. "There's a ghost guy that can't be seen or heard unless someone with magic is holding the necklace. But he can interact with the world. We could use this to ruin our enemies."
Hannah finally met Kane's gaze, and he shared the sentiment alight in her eyes: no fucking way.
He took an easier breath, knowing she agreed that Valrus needed to be subdued, not utilized. Not that Kane hadn't been tempted before for the same reasons, but he knew better now.
