(Salvatore's POV) In the shadowy confines of the office, the weight of Quinn being here, and the eclipse, weighs heavily on my mind. Ever since my encounter with the shifter, and my admission that we share a connection, a burning desire has coursed through me, urging me to seek more moments alone with the wolf. To do this without repercussions from my brother, I would need to speak with Dante, and convince him of my intentions to interrogate her, in the hope of gaining an insight into the wolves' knowledge about the perpetual twilight. In order to speak with my brother, I would need to go to the casino. He is there almost twenty-four hours a day of late. As I approach the gambling lounge, the stench of blood mixed with alcohol invades my nostrils. I spot Dante sitting in the corner of the room, watching the room, alone. Taking the opportunity, I walk over to him. “Dante, I need to speak with you in private,” I state, my voice low, but my tone conveys a sense of urgency. He shoots
(Quinn's POV) The air in the mansion is heavy with secrets. Every floorboard inside the old building holds a story of a time long ago. It’s been hours since my conversation with Salvatore, but his words weigh heavy on my mind. Trusting a vampire seems like another one of my stupid ideas, and I have been making a lot of them recently. It’s like I enjoy playing stupid games with my life, but I don’t. I’m helpless and, as the saying goes, desperate times call for desperate measures. There is nothing more miserable than a lone wolf an outcast from the pack. Or at least that was what I thought until I was captured by a shifter’s mortal enemy... A clan of vampires. With the other members of the Seven preoccupied with whatever has been keeping them away from the living quarters, it feels like I can breathe a little easier. Despite the weight of the collar, that is still wrapped around my neck. The absence of their evil presence makes me feel like some of the darkness that has been weighing
(Salvatore's POV)We have been inside my study for hours. Having someone else in here with me feels strange. The fact that it is Quinn brings me a little comfort. I just hope the others don’t come home and realise she is not in her room. As we look at the text, Quinn’s concentration is commendable. She moves a stray hair away from her face, and frowns at the intricate drawings in the book. Every part of her face shows her determination. Her fingers trace something on the page, and she turns to me. “Salvatore, what is this?” she asks. I glance at her book. “I’m not sure, but I don’t think it relates to the perpetual twilight,” I reply. “Well, I’m sure I have seen it before. I just can’t remember where,” she frowns. “It’s not just a random mark, it’s a symbol of some sort.”I study the intricate lines, tracing the curves with my fingers. “You’re right, Quinn. There’s something precise about the design that’s more than just random lines.”Quinn gasps, “This could be the breakthrough we
(Quinn's POV)The metallic taste of blood assaults my tongue as I blink against the darkness. Flashbacks of Dante hitting me over and over, flickers, between my focus as the room gradually fades. I’m in so much pain, every breath sears through my body like a hot poker. Another brutal reminder of what he did to me. How he knew I had been upstairs, I don’t know. Maybe he smelt me, or maybe he was somehow watching the mansion while he was away.Pain. Darkness. Bedroom. Brutality, it’s a constant loop. I catch a glimpse of the room and notice the walls are a deep shade of blue. I wish I could keep my eyes open long enough to make sure I’m safe, but I’m fighting against my injuries and my body needs to heal. Eventually my surroundings come into focus, every inch of my body screams in pain. I try to sit up, but a sharp stabbing pain stops me. Every muscle in my body aches. I can sense Salvatore’s presence in the room, but I can’t see him from this position. But the fact he is here with me m
(Salvatore's POV)The air in my room hangs heavy with the weight of everything we are up against. I only left Quinn alone for a few minutes while I went to the study to get the book containing the mysterious symbol. When I return to my bedroom, Quinn is still staring at the painting, as she frantically tries to write each letter and number hidden within the artwork in the hopes of decoding the cryptic message. I carefully place the book on an ornate wooden table in the centre of my suite. Quinn’s body still bears the marks of my brother’s brutal assault, but despite her pain, her eyes remain fixed on the painting that holds the key to our salvation.Each of us has a task, and we are both determined to uncover our part of the mystery. We work in silence. The only sound in the room is a pen on paper, but in my heart a storm of rage and guilt churns. I know I am not the one who physically hurt Quinn, but I still feel responsible. If I hadn’t let her roam the mansion freely in their absen
(Quinn's POV) My heart pounds so hard I think it’s going to burst right out of my chest. I stand in Salvatore’s bedroom. My body is battered and bruised from Dante’s beating. My mind is swirling from the kiss and everything we have discovered. I should be feeling broken, yet I feel strangely alive. There is something about Salvatore’s lips on mine. I should feel disgusted. He is supposed to be my enemy, but in this moment, I want him, more than I have ever wanted anyone. My body hums with desire, and I feel more powerful than ever before. A warmth spreads through my core, and I feel compelled by his presence. The way that he looks at me tells me he is feeling the same, and seeing how much he wants me causes the ache between my legs to throb even more. When I came back to London, I was trying to find out about the perpetual twilight so I could bring back the sun and take back my life. When I was captured by the seven, I thought it was the end, but now I know that we can do this, an
(Salvatore's POV)Now that we have a location, I look at the map for where I need to go. I will have to investigate it out alone. It is too risky to take Quinn away from the mansion. My brother hurt her enough for just going upstairs. Thankfully, he does not know that she has been in the study with me. Before I leave, I want to fill her in on the vampire hierarchy, so she understands how we work, in order to protect herself not only while I’m away, but also for when this is all over. The single candle bathes the room in a dim glow, casting shadows on the walls. I lean back and the worn leather chair creaks beneath my weight. Quinn looks up at me, her eyes wide and eager. “The vampire mafia operates on with a delicate balance of power,” I state, my gaze fixed on Quinn. “My family is at the top. We oversee every major decision within our organisation. Over the centuries, we have seen many empires rise and fall, some under our hand. My brothers are not like other vampires you may have c
(Quinn's POV)As I walk inside the study, I realise I will never get used to all these candles. The dimly lit room casts eerie shadows on the ancient artifacts and dusty books inside, making the atmosphere feel heavy with mystery. My heartbeat slows down as I take a seat next to Salvatore at the wooden table. I glance across at him, as he starts looking through an old manuscript looking for any information about the obsidian veil.“Are you sure we’ll find something in here?” I whisper. “Surely if any of these books mentioned the veil, we would have found it when we were looking for information about the perpetual twilight.”Salvatore nods absentmindedly as he tries to focus. His amber eyes glow red in the flickering candlelight. “That was before we knew anything about it. If it truly does exist, then it will be in here somewhere. If we can unlock its secrets, it could change everything.”I bite my lip, considering the implications. Finding the Obsidian Veil has quickly become an obses