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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"Destroy it," Valrus whispered, shifting to face her fully. He gripped her arms tightly. "If he finds out you've taken the necklace out, he'll put me back in. He's afraid of my power." His eyes were fierce. "He'll be afraid of your power after what you've done."
Hannah's heart beat faster. She wanted to shove him away and scream that he was wrong. But she had done something so awful she could hardly bear to think of it.
"I've met many mages in my lifetime," Valrus said, holding her gaze intensely. "None could do what you did. Your potential is limitless. Together, we would destroy your mage oppressors. We would cull the vampires that have been allowed to run rampant. We would save the people you love." His fingertips grazed her cheekbone, leaving shivers in the wake of his touch. "Do you want me to help you? Ask, and I will."
Fingers began to slide through her hair. Hannah reached up, gripping them shakily. "I'm not stupid..." She didn't tell him that this was his only chance. She would put him in the box no matter how much it hurt if he refused. "We're going to have a long talk. You give me you without your armour and constant lies. Then, we can help each other."
Valrus frowned, soft fingers pliant in her hold. He regarded her for a long moment. Then, he broke the heavy silence, whispering, "I'll tell you and train you in how to use your magic."
Hannah rolled her eyes; she could sense the 'but' coming.
"But you'll destroy that box and not tell Evander anything I reveal."
"Evander?" Hannah dropped the fingers in her grasp, and they ended up on her thigh. She couldn't bring herself to move her palm. Not when the fraudulent warmth of his touch could be felt through the thin fabric of her dress.
"Your mage," Valrus rolled his eyes. "It's his name."
"No, his name is Kane."
Valrus gave her a slow, sexy smirk that never failed to leave her breathless. "Seems I'm not the only one keeping secrets." His palm on her leg became fingers grazing her inner thigh, teasing bare skin. "His parents died in a car accident. He survived. You can guess how."
Hannah glanced at the closed bedroom door. Kane had mentioned the accident. Maybe it hurt too much for him to speak about in detail. But he hadn't told her that his real name wasn't Kenneth. She had no idea. She was immediately reminded that she'd known the man she loved for less than a month. He didn't trust her. He didn't with Reid and everything that had been happening between them. He had only confided in her because he was drunk. Before they'd gone after Alma, when everything was bleak, Kane had shut her out.
He saw her as a weakness, not a strength.
She wished Kane would burst through that door. He would sense Valrus's presence, toss the necklace in the dampener, and tell her everything would be all right. Tell her it was okay that she was a killer. He still loved her, and the nearly impossible truth that Milton was alive was all that mattered.
