Blonde hair, dressed like a barbie doll, Elaine was a match for him. She wasn’t sure why that knowledge felt painful, not that she had ever wanted to be with him. He was gazing down at her as she looked up at him under her curled eyelashes. He had come here to meet her, to dance in a club. Danica’s feet were rooted to the spot, feeling hot and cold at the same time. How foolish she had been. Of course, he belonged to someone like Elaine, not her. History was repeating itself, reminding her of how Dave left her for Elaine. ‘Why?’ she wanted to scream when he lowered his face to hers. Was he going to kiss her? ‘Please no’, she wished although she knew that was unreasonable. She sighed in relief when he stopped midway to mutter something, instead. The two of them turned around, and she quickly hid herself between a group of teenage girls. She should turn around, embarrassed. But, she had come here for a reason. She shouldn’t care who he was with. She moved through with difficulty. For

Ignis adjusted his tie, pausing. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbed his forehead. His demeanor vaguely reminded her of Reign. Although they had similarities, the latter had grace she didn’t want to admit after what she had just seen.“What? What occurred?” Marc strode over. “Stop stalling. Tell me what happened.”“I have no knowledge of what exactly happened. I can’t reverse the memory he wiped off. Only he can do that, I’m afraid. By him, I mean the vampire you just saw over there.”She heard Loyd assuring him he looked perfectly fine when they first met. She was dying to know something else.“How old is he, actually? You said he is not 150 years old.”Ignis snickered. “He is much older than that. A thousand years is closer to his actual age. He is ancient, older than me.”The declaration quieted the conversation beside her. She felt almost lightheaded. “H—how is that possible? He’s the son of the current vampire monarch. Every vampire knows how old he is.”“No. He i

“I accept your offer.”The four words that changed everything.“Dani, no!” “Excellent,” uttered the archdemon. “Your word is binding.”She would help Ignis imprison Reign, Fragor, whatever name he went by, for eternity. That was what he deserved for all his sins; she could already imagine his face when he realized he had never seen his doom coming from her. He was a pursuer; he was a predator; not a victim, she knew that much. Nerves went taut inside her body, at her verbal acceptance, though the archdemon was doing visibly nothing. The room erupted into chaos for the second time since he had shown up. As he whispered an incantation, she noticed Marc reaching for her arm. She didn’t feel his finger touching her as she suddenly found herself in near darkness, alone with the archdemon. The living room was gone.“What did you do to my friends?! I swear I’ll kill–”“I simply removed the distractions.”“Explain more or I’ll shoot you.”“I don’t care about your little bullets,” Ignis sig

“That’s okay. Make yourself at home,” she said out loud.But, that was not okay. Not okay at all! Like the monster he was, he prowled in her tiny apartment like it was some sort of hunting ground. That was how she felt as she walked to her wardrobe, turning her back on him and swallowing down her fear.Still, she was confident, compared to just a moment before. He had no idea she could now block him out of her mind. She pulled up her bathrobe as she was about to choose an outfit. Damn, everything was in plain sight here, she thought as she eyed her clothes. She should have warned him that she was about to get dressed.Tucking her wet strand of hair behind her ear awkwardly, she turned around to look at him and her breath hitched.No. He was not standing behind her nor even looking at her. He was simply lounging on her faded couch, his eyes set straight. It was how he looked, and the way he carried himself, there was something different about everything he did. In his black clothes th

Never had she felt this captured in a male’s hand. Emotionally. Physically. And, mentally. Sure, she had only ever been with Dave, even a kiss. But, Dave might as well be a naïve boy compared to Reign, or Fragor. The way he possessed her lips, this time was different from the first time he had kissed her at the night of his party.She should be so ashamed of herself for comparing Dave to the one who was responsible for his death. How utterly shameless, even if it was a mere instinctive thought. Guilt took over her while she let Reign do as he wished.“Oh…” she whimpered and her lips cracked open with a press of his pointy fangs. It was not painful, but he had used slight force to let his tongue intrude into her mouth. He explored it like her mouth was no longer hers anymore. Like it belonged to him.And it might as well be, since she had become a shell filled only with guilty desire. He would not have to force a thing but she could not match his aggressiveness. Her mouth could barely