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 pavers were damp from a recent rain. The grass was dewy, and the air smelled of petrichor. She'd never thought herself someone who preferred the foggy expanse of dense woodland over a bustling city. But staring across the yard at the evergreen trees that were a stunning shade of orange and red from the setting sunlight, she felt more peaceful than she had in her entire life.
Maybe the sensation of safety was from Kane's muscular arm around her shoulders, keeping her close. Her head rested against his broad chest, listening to the soft patter of his heart. She was so in love with him that it scared her silly.
They were about to fight a war, and the mere thought of losing him had her eyes brimming with tears. If that ever happened, she'd die right along with him, bleeding out from a broken heart.
Reid joined them a while ago, looking guiltier than a child who had stuck his hand in the cookie jar. After nearly tumbling down the slick steps of the deck, he'd taken the chair beside Rowan.
Presley, who was seated on the opposite side of her, had scoffed.
Then Lucas had shown up, waving off their worried comments about his injury. He had sat beside Asha and given her a kiss on her forehead. She'd smiled so wide that her cheeks dimpled. Then, she'd given Reid a gentle glance that Hannah hadn't been able to decipher, only that Reid had slid so far down his chair that he nearly ended up under the table.
Kane's green eyes had been darting around the table to Reid, to Asha, and then to Lucas, who had been in a suspiciously good mood despite having been on strict bedrest from a grisly stab wound for the last week.
Before Kane could say more than Reid's name in worry, Lucas had spoken up.
"Is this everyone that's coming?"
With Crystal sitting on his lap, a hand resting on her plump belly, Axel had said tightly, "Kiernan and Gianna will be a while."
Snickering from beside Axel, Wyatt had taken a hard punch to his shoulder from Anna, but it hadn't deterred his grin. "They're having a long conversation," Wyatt had said, waggling his eyebrows.
The vampire had deftly caught Anna's hand before she could hit him again and nipped her fingers, making her gasp and smile heatedly.
With his styled blonde hair and light-brown eyes, Wyatt was handsome. But the crookedness of his smile could rival Reid's when he'd fallen deep. After hanging around vampires for so long, it became apparent that some were more vampire than others—Wyatt was a vampire. More than Axel, who Hannah forgot had fangs until he yawned or smiled widely. But even though he gave off warning shivers, when Wyatt looked at Anna, with her pretty black hair pulled into a messy bun atop her head, he seemed so human it was unnerving.
They were obviously madly in love.
The other vampire who sometimes trailed the pair in silence, Uriah, ignored the small talk in favour of scrolling on his phone. Dark eyes that seemed wicked from afar and were even more so up close. Brown hair long enough to tuck behind his ears and a presence that made her uneasy. She hadn't heard him speak once. He'd been quietly observing their conversation.
