Page 118 of Betrayed in Blood
“I could walk away, find a home with the dreamwalkers, and stand by Colantha and Hamilton’s side. But that’s not what you’re fighting for, and it’s not who I want to be. Your fight isn’t to stand with your species, but with all the species who have a common goal.”
I rolled off him and sat up. He did the same until we sat cross-legged, our knees touching. I placed a hand on his cheek. “I love you, Devon Trelane. This war isn’t just yours. It belongs to the shifters and the dreamwalkers. It’s about balance and how we survive in a world run by humans. I choose to walk beside you for only one reason. I love you. This is where I belong. It’s always been where I belonged.”
He kissed me. Light and sweet, but he couldn’t hide his growing passion, the heat beneath the kiss.
“I love you, Cressa Langtry. I’ve told you that a number of times, but I can’t seem to remember if I said it in a construct or in the real world. But it doesn’t matter. The truth follows us in our dreams. I’ve had time to do some soul-searching of my own, and I’ve come to a single conclusive fact.”
Did I want to hear it? By the icy blue glow of the beast, I absolutely wanted to hear it.
“Whatever comes in this war and after, my place is at your side. You might be consort to the leader of House Trelane, but I have an equal role in being yours. We are one.”
We fell back on our bed and stared at the night sky. The stars were quickly taking over, but the moon had yet to rise.
“Now what?” I asked.
“We sleep and make love under the stars. This is a new dawning for us. We’re at the brink of war, and we grow stronger every day.”
Before I could ask about his plans, my stomach issued a low growl.
Devon chuckled. “Luckily for you, I’m a forward-thinking vampire who ensured we had a cooler with food and drink.”
I sat up and glanced around. Sure enough. A lantern sat on the table with a thermos and a bottle of wine. A cooler sat next to the table filled with who knew what magical wonders from Cook.
I leaned over and kissed Devon. I ran my fingers over his lips, his stubbled chin, and down his neck. “Food is good, but it can wait. I’m hungry for something else.”
He cupped my face, his eyes sparkling with love, and behind it, his beast glowed for me. His fangs dropped. “I have a few ideas.”
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Sergi
Of Blood and Dreams - Book Seven
A failed mission.A vampire on his own—until the beast comes out.
Sergi,cadre of House Trelane, takes on a dangerous mission to locate the secret lab of Lorenzo Venizi where it’s believed Magic Poppy is being created. Everything the Vampire Council had hoped to keep hidden is slowly being unraveled, but Trelane needs proof.
When the mission goes wrong, Sergi must hold on in hopes a rescue can be mounted. But will it be in time? The lab is running horrific experiments, and Sergi is a prime candidate.
Shifter 473 was captured months ago and through sheer will and plenty of luck, she has somehow survived the dark and unimaginable horrors of shifter experimentations. But how long before they come for her? When she discovers a vampire being held prisoner, she has one decision to make. Is he the salvation the shifters need to break free of their captors or will he be their damnation?
And now a glimpse…
Sergi
Dropsof tepid water slapped against hard stone, the sound echoing through the dark, dank tunnels. The wider tunnels led to a maze of narrower ones, lined with lanterns that dimly reflected the aged wooden doors, barely bright enough to ward off the lurking shadows. Behind the doors, small barren rooms carved from granite like the tunnels themselves were mostly empty.
Except for one.
In one cell, third from the end of this particular passage, the latent sound of dripping water slowly pierced the peacefulness of sleep and woke the beast. It took a moment for its eyes to adjust to the darkness. It was weak. Hungry. Thirsty. The tremors clutched its gut and sparked every nerve ending. The bone-chilling air was the only comfort as it numbed most of the excruciating pain.
But nothing tortured it more than its hunger. Its ravenous need to feed.
Sometime later, he lifted his chin from his chest and glanced through the dim light, confirming he was still alone. And he was grateful.
He let his head drop back down. A four-inch steel band, bolted to the wall on either side, stretched across his chest and was the only thing preventing him from falling to the ground. His arms were spread wide, held in place by his manacled wrists that were strapped to the wall by more steel.
