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eyes gleaming harsh, crimson red—he dove at their mother with pure, murderous intent.
Julien tried to intercept him— gods help him, how he tried —but Ian was like a demon, possessed. He moved faster than Julien’s eyes could follow. He struck so hard that Harietta’s skeleton collapsed. He ravaged her jugular with such ferocity that her flesh, her cartilage, and her bones were in his jagged teeth before Julien could rise from his seat.
Spurred on by some primal, instinctive hatred, Ian decimated the woman’s throat with the ferocity of a beast. And just like that, in the blink of an eye, Julien’s mother was dead.
The liquid O reclaimedthe vampire’s attention, and his eyes rolled back in his head as the memory drifted further and further away…
Thank the gods.
The blood seeping into his mouth; the soft, pliant body beneath him; Rebecca’s soft, erotic pleas demanding the warrior’s devotion were all he could feel, sense, or hear, and he whispered in her ear: “Tell me what you need, baby.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “You, I need you,” she moaned.
“Indeed, you do,” he rasped, satisfied that the compulsion had worked, that the madness had stopped, that he was at least feeling something he could control.He slid twostrong, splayed hands down the small of her waist, over her quivering hip, and hooked his thumbs inside theband of her lace bikinis—
And then it hit him.
Like an oncoming train.
Dear celestial gods : He hadn’t converted her yet.
And if he took her right now, released his seed, and gods forbid, had even a passing thought about pregnancy, he would kill her before he’d even claimed her, before he’d even had a chance to get to know her. He was one mindless, drug-induced mistake away from being no better than his evil brother.
Julien jolted backward, recoiling from Rebecca’s touch, as he instantly released the compulsion. “Run, Becca!” he snarled. “Get away…and hide, but do not leave the house.”
She blanched, turning a sickly shade of green, as awareness and control slammed into her. He didn’t need to tell her twice. She scrambled from beneath him, rolled off the bed, and hit the ground running, scurrying out of the room.
She didn’t even bother to get dressed.
Julien moved with the same sense of urgency, shimmying to the edge of the bed, opening the nightstand drawer, and retrieving a strange-looking remote, a device created by Santos Olaru, one of the valley’s illustrious sentinels, who just happened to be a guru with technology, and Nachari Silivasi, a gifted Master Wizard in his own right: The device tripped both the alarms and the wards. The windows and doors would slide shut, secured by hidden, titanium bolts, and the magical wards, which kept people from crossing their barriers—in either direction—would also kick in.
With the push of a button, Julien’s house shut down.
No one was getting in or out.
And that included Rebecca.
He reached for a second item—also given to him by Nachari Silivasi—the pale blue crystal containing the Master Wizard’s memories from his time spent in the Abyss.Although Julien wasn’t looking forward to the viewing , and gods knew he had other pressing matters to attend to, the H was gonna hang around for at least thirty minutes, and he needed the information. If there was any part of his heart that was actually considering using this Blood Moon to make an untimely exit from earth— and there was —then he owed it to himself and Rebecca to examine it more closely.
He needed to be absolutely sure of his next move.
Heavens knew; he had already screwed things up, six ways to Sunday.
Shifting onto his back, he folded one arm behind his head, crossed his legs at the ankle, and caressed the crystal resting in his palm. As the images in the stone began to come to life, playing like a DVD on his visual cortex, he sank deep into the mattress…and watched.
seven
Rebecca
Julien tried to intercept him— gods help him, how he tried —but Ian was like a demon, possessed. He moved faster than Julien’s eyes could follow. He struck so hard that Harietta’s skeleton collapsed. He ravaged her jugular with such ferocity that her flesh, her cartilage, and her bones were in his jagged teeth before Julien could rise from his seat.
Spurred on by some primal, instinctive hatred, Ian decimated the woman’s throat with the ferocity of a beast. And just like that, in the blink of an eye, Julien’s mother was dead.
The liquid O reclaimedthe vampire’s attention, and his eyes rolled back in his head as the memory drifted further and further away…
Thank the gods.
The blood seeping into his mouth; the soft, pliant body beneath him; Rebecca’s soft, erotic pleas demanding the warrior’s devotion were all he could feel, sense, or hear, and he whispered in her ear: “Tell me what you need, baby.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “You, I need you,” she moaned.
“Indeed, you do,” he rasped, satisfied that the compulsion had worked, that the madness had stopped, that he was at least feeling something he could control.He slid twostrong, splayed hands down the small of her waist, over her quivering hip, and hooked his thumbs inside theband of her lace bikinis—
And then it hit him.
Like an oncoming train.
Dear celestial gods : He hadn’t converted her yet.
And if he took her right now, released his seed, and gods forbid, had even a passing thought about pregnancy, he would kill her before he’d even claimed her, before he’d even had a chance to get to know her. He was one mindless, drug-induced mistake away from being no better than his evil brother.
Julien jolted backward, recoiling from Rebecca’s touch, as he instantly released the compulsion. “Run, Becca!” he snarled. “Get away…and hide, but do not leave the house.”
She blanched, turning a sickly shade of green, as awareness and control slammed into her. He didn’t need to tell her twice. She scrambled from beneath him, rolled off the bed, and hit the ground running, scurrying out of the room.
She didn’t even bother to get dressed.
Julien moved with the same sense of urgency, shimmying to the edge of the bed, opening the nightstand drawer, and retrieving a strange-looking remote, a device created by Santos Olaru, one of the valley’s illustrious sentinels, who just happened to be a guru with technology, and Nachari Silivasi, a gifted Master Wizard in his own right: The device tripped both the alarms and the wards. The windows and doors would slide shut, secured by hidden, titanium bolts, and the magical wards, which kept people from crossing their barriers—in either direction—would also kick in.
With the push of a button, Julien’s house shut down.
No one was getting in or out.
And that included Rebecca.
He reached for a second item—also given to him by Nachari Silivasi—the pale blue crystal containing the Master Wizard’s memories from his time spent in the Abyss.Although Julien wasn’t looking forward to the viewing , and gods knew he had other pressing matters to attend to, the H was gonna hang around for at least thirty minutes, and he needed the information. If there was any part of his heart that was actually considering using this Blood Moon to make an untimely exit from earth— and there was —then he owed it to himself and Rebecca to examine it more closely.
He needed to be absolutely sure of his next move.
Heavens knew; he had already screwed things up, six ways to Sunday.
Shifting onto his back, he folded one arm behind his head, crossed his legs at the ankle, and caressed the crystal resting in his palm. As the images in the stone began to come to life, playing like a DVD on his visual cortex, he sank deep into the mattress…and watched.
seven
Rebecca
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