Page 95 of Bewitched By a Vampire

He opened the door of their room, closed it behind him and went to the bed. He sat on it and twisted so he was laying with his head on the pillow, rested his hands on his stomach and stared at the ceiling. Waiting.

His eyelids grew heavy.

Waiting.

His eyes slipped shut.

He woke with Lilian in his arms as darkness fell. She was fully clothed like he was, her head nestled close to his chest and her breathing soft. He gazed down at her and stroked his fingers through her hair, watching her sleep. His beautiful Lilian. He had never thought he could feel anything other than hatred for a witch, but he loved her.

A sound like thunder boomed overhead.

The entire building shook and dark power spread like an oily tide down through the layers of it, and Night froze as he recognised the feeling that bloomed inside him.

The demon prince.

Night focused on the space above him, sure the male was there, had come to this place to attack it. The bastard was about to learn it was unwise to target his family. He growled, causing Lilian to stir, and rage burned up his blood.

It chilled a moment later.

When a baby wailed and a woman screamed.

“Helena!”

Chapter 25

Lilian’s eyes snapped open, silver stars sparkling amongst the rich caramel of her irises, and the tinny scent of magic laced the air around Night. He launched from the bed and seized her wrist, pulling her from it. She hit the ground running, following close on his heels as he exited the bedroom and ran along the corridor, heading for the stairs.

They weren’t the only ones on the move.

Night sensed Grave and Isla high above him, and footsteps rang out in all directions, most of them coming from the top floor. The whole theatre was heading to the rooftop. He charged up the stairs, a need to reach Grave driving him to go faster, to use all of his preternatural speed to get to his brother before the demon prince could hurt him or the baby. He couldn’t. Lilian wouldn’t be able to keep up with him and he needed to keep her by his side, where he knew she was safe.

She muttered something and magic charged the air, and then she was matching his speed, coming up beside him on the staircase. He looked down at her feet and then up into her eyes, and she nodded.

Night wasn’t sure what she had done, and he didn’t have time to question her. He could only trust that she could keep up with him now. He sprinted hard, the world blurring around him, and sure enough, Lilian remained by his side, her feet moving as quickly as his were.

They weren’t the first to reach the moonlit rooftop.

A crowd had gathered there, blocking his view, and he pulled Lilian forwards, into the throng, needing to see his brother was all right.

Grave stood beyond the group, facing the demon prince as Isla slowly manoeuvred herself around the black-haired male, and just behind Grave was Sera. Her short red dress fluttered around her thighs and her blonde hair shifted in the breeze as she stood with her back to Night, her fear palpable as she stared at the demon.

The towering male stood a short distance beyond Grave, his black leathery wings stretched out behind him and his head bent towards his bare chest as his polished onyx horns curled around to resemble those of a ram.

Night looked down, curious about what the demon was looking at, and darkness poured through him as he spotted Helena. The bastard held her in his black gauntleted hands, his razor-sharp talons close to her delicate flesh as she wailed and kicked, clearly terrified.

He went to join his brother and Lilian’s grip on his hand tightened, her fear hitting him hard. He glanced at her. She stared at the demon, her eyes enormous now, fear written in every line of her beautiful face, tearing him in two. He wanted to stay with her, but he needed to help his brother too.

Night wasn’t the only one who wanted to fight the demon. Antoine’s crimson eyes were fixed on the male as he leaned forwards, Snow’s fierce grip on his arm the only thing that was stopping him from attacking as he bared fangs. His cousin glared at Snow’s hand and then looked at Sera, his face crumpling for a moment as a war erupted in his eyes. Night could name the desires that were tearing him in two. He wanted to fight the demon and save his baby, but he also wanted to protect his female by getting her away from the male, and he wasn’t sure which to do first.

He didn’t get a chance to make a decision as he wrenched free of Snow’s grip.

“I will kill you for what you did.” Isla launched her hands forwards.

The demon prince reared back. Grave disappeared. Night was about to bellow his name as his heart jolted into his throat, but suddenly his brother was there again, standing right in front of Helena.

And turning solid.

Grave snatched her from the demon’s hands and was speeding away from the male before he had noticed that Isla’s attack had been nothing but a charade to gain his attention.

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