I carefully stepped around the bodies lying on the floor, writhing in flames around us, as if we had just stepped into a living picture of Dante’s Hell. Kellen pulled me back and Amy rushed to the door just as another vampire rushed in, growling, when someone pulled his head back from behind. A moment later, his head was removed from his body. When the body fell away, Charlotte was holding his head in her hand by the hair, and then dropped it. It blazed as it rolled across the floor.“No!” I said, backing away.“Charlotte, good,” Amy said, shoving me toward her. “Help me get her to Lance.”“Yes,” Charlotte said innocently, reaching out to me. “Let me help you …”“No, Leila’s right!” Kellen yelled, pulling me behind him. “She’s a traitor!”“Charlotte? A traitor?” Amy asked, confused.“Yes, she is! Amy, she tried to co

Charlotte laughed so hard that tears sprang to her eyes. “And how, pray tell, do you plan to do that?”“I’ll find a way,” I walked over to the chair and sat down at the small table. “Tell me, why did you kill Steven?”“How very perceptive of you!” Charlotte said, clasping her hands together excitedly.“Well, I was the one who killed him, actually,” Garrett said as a smirk played on his lips.“Yes, well, at my insistence, of course.” Charlotte walked over to his side and ran her hand over his chest.“Why?”“Well, after I happened to find you in the alley with those thugs, you said that you were following a scent,” Charlotte said, sitting on the chair across from me at the small table. “I knew it was blood, so I just put two and two together. The only time that humans crave blood is when they’re pregnant with a dhampir child. It wa

“Yes, well, not if our men find him first,” Charlotte said, her eyes flaring. “After he’s eliminated, then his coven will follow, after we make them all human. Then, there will be no one left to stop us.”“If you really loved him,” I said, “then you would let me go … for him.”“Nice try,” she said, leaning back in her chair again.Just then, Amy walked into the room, carrying a tray, and set it on the table. There were three blood bags lying on it and a covered plate. I didn’t care what was under the plate. I grabbed one of the blood bags, shoved a straw in the side of the bag and drained it.“My, my,” Charlotte said, reaching for one of the blood bags, too. “Aren’t we hungry?”Ignoring her, I quickly reached for the other blood bag and downed it, moaning as the luscious liquid filled my system. The baby stirred in my stomach, happy for the

With thrusts of his hand, he slammed werewolves against the wall without touching them, using his telekinesis as he marched purposefully across the room with his eyes locked on Charlotte.Amy pulled me behind her, fighting off a werewolf that had leapt toward us. She fought valiantly, ripping off heads with her sickle and ripping out hearts as blood sprayed across the room.Suddenly, Drake entered the room with his fists doubled at his sides, dressed in a black T-shirt, black jeans with boots. He took off a werewolf’s head in one swift movement, and threw another against the wall, then turned to take on more.Lance was halfway across the room from Charlotte, glaring at her menacingly, when a werewolf jumped at him, but Lance hit him effortlessly, sending him flying across the room and crashing into a far wall. Then, Lance looked over at him and squeezed his hands tightly and the werewolf gasped, unable to breathe, until he finally passed out and turned int

I rocked slowly back and forth with my son in my arms, feeding him a bottle of formula. He was beautiful with dark blonde, soft curls and bright green eyes, a normal six-month-old baby, even though he was only a few weeks old. Amy said that Jase would be full grown within ten years and I planned to enjoy every moment of it. He would also live a long life. Amy was living proof of it. She was technically sixty-two years old, but didn’t look a day over twenty-five.“Are you ready?” she asked as she walked through the door. She crossed the room and held her arms out to take my son, my Jase. “It’s time.”I handed him to her with a sigh. “If I must.”“Unless you want to give your honeymoon tickets to me,” she teased. “I’ve always wanted to go to Aruba.”“Not on your life,” I said, smoothing my white dress as I rose from the rocker. It wasn’t your typical wedding dres