His prey’s heart betrayed its location, calling to him even as it struggled to get away. His teeth ached and his mouth watered. So close. Blood. Red coppery liquid gushed down his throat, bathing his face and fangs as he reveled in his kill, gulping down the sustenance it provided. The taste of ...
It had been three weeks since she’d left Etienne at the palace. Three weeks since he’d kissed her and she’d run away like a coward. No explanation, no goodbye, no nothing. Loupe lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She’d done everything she could think of to take her mind off Etienne. She’d...