She is too astute. Her powers, though untrained, are growing. She is picking up on the emotions around her, and I am afraid. I'm not afraid of Emma. I'm afraid of the emotions she may feel coming from me. "The beating you just got in the main hall . . . that's just the beginning," I say as I appr...
He left nothing out. Gryphon stood with his arms crossed. Madden sat grumpily on the sand, a hand to a large goose egg on his forehead. Ryon leaned on his sword while Cadeyrn listened, his attention focused on Kye’s words. The rest of us wavered on our feet, the heat from the past couple of days ...
It's a light I will never get used to seeing. It is triumphant and disappointing. A full blood Demon does not die. He is merely cast-off, his essence returned to the Abyss of Hell where he is reincarnated and returned in a different body, a different kind of Demon. Emma's head falls limply agains...
There was something tragic but welcoming about her gaze. It felt safe and chaotic all at the same time. Rubbing the back of my neck, I approached Roman carefully. He was stooped, his hand on the kitchen counter, the muscles in his arms bunched where he gripped the marble. “You okay?” I asked. The...
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