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Passion ignites between Lane and Vanessa as they struggle with deep-seated secrets that haunt them. Can the witch he distrusts tame the destructive demons that torment him? Or will their fervid desires send him deeper into the hell he’s been living in?
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“You’re welcome to stay here.” Cian gave me a gorgeous smile. “We have plenty of spare rooms.”
“What? No way,” Lane bellowed from behind me. “I live here, too, and I get a say in who stays. I don’t like it.”
“Why not?” Maggie frowned.
“Witches and vampires don’t mix. It’s just asking for trouble.”
It hurt that he didn’t want me here, but I couldn’t let on. I had to keep strong or I’d never be able to maintain the friendship that Mags and I continued to have even now that she was a vampire and living here with Lane and Cian.
“You must be joking.” My eyes snapped in his direction. “Really? Trouble? I’ve been nothing but helpful to you. Without my assistance, you and Cian never would have found Maggie when she was abducted by your over-possessive master, Jewels. And I helped your charge, Chelle, remember her past. Don’t accuse me of causing trouble.”
I was never certain how vampires were going to react, particularly Lane, and I’d never spoken to him that way before. I’d always been very cautious around him, weighing my options and choosing my battles with care before lashing out, because we hardly ever agreed on anything. I wasn’t exactly sure how Lane would react to being spoken to that way, but I’d learned not to cower when confronted with intense situations. Why should today be any different? I tried not to flinch as Lane instantly materialized in front of me, his fangs bared, his angry, contorted, vampiric face an inch from mine—looking very much the monster his kind were rumored to be. Then, within a millisecond, his expression calmed, his fangs retracted, and the blue in his eyes faded back to the beautiful silver that both puzzled and excited me. His face remained an inch from me; his lips almost skimming mine. My heart beat so fast, I thought it would pop out of my chest at any minute.
And all I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss that mouth of his.
I heard a snicker beside me, and I thought Cian was about to say something, do something to make his brother leave me alone, but both he and Mags stayed silent as I stood, mesmerized by the spell of Lane DeMarco.
“You are nothing but trouble.” His warm breath tickled that sensitive spot on my neck right below my ear as he whispered against my skin, covering me with goosebumps. Then, as quickly as his hot, hard body had come to stand so close, he was gone. “I’m going out,” he called over his shoulder from the door to the hallway.
I stood absolutely still, wanting so badly to turn and glance back, to watch him as he walked away, leaving me standing there with his warm breath still hot on my throat and the ache his closeness had created between my legs. Wanting. But I stood firm. I couldn’t let my guard down. His surliness would tear me to shreds.
“What? No way,” Lane bellowed from behind me. “I live here, too, and I get a say in who stays. I don’t like it.”
“Why not?” Maggie frowned.
“Witches and vampires don’t mix. It’s just asking for trouble.”
It hurt that he didn’t want me here, but I couldn’t let on. I had to keep strong or I’d never be able to maintain the friendship that Mags and I continued to have even now that she was a vampire and living here with Lane and Cian.
“You must be joking.” My eyes snapped in his direction. “Really? Trouble? I’ve been nothing but helpful to you. Without my assistance, you and Cian never would have found Maggie when she was abducted by your over-possessive master, Jewels. And I helped your charge, Chelle, remember her past. Don’t accuse me of causing trouble.”
I was never certain how vampires were going to react, particularly Lane, and I’d never spoken to him that way before. I’d always been very cautious around him, weighing my options and choosing my battles with care before lashing out, because we hardly ever agreed on anything. I wasn’t exactly sure how Lane would react to being spoken to that way, but I’d learned not to cower when confronted with intense situations. Why should today be any different? I tried not to flinch as Lane instantly materialized in front of me, his fangs bared, his angry, contorted, vampiric face an inch from mine—looking very much the monster his kind were rumored to be. Then, within a millisecond, his expression calmed, his fangs retracted, and the blue in his eyes faded back to the beautiful silver that both puzzled and excited me. His face remained an inch from me; his lips almost skimming mine. My heart beat so fast, I thought it would pop out of my chest at any minute.
And all I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss that mouth of his.
I heard a snicker beside me, and I thought Cian was about to say something, do something to make his brother leave me alone, but both he and Mags stayed silent as I stood, mesmerized by the spell of Lane DeMarco.
“You are nothing but trouble.” His warm breath tickled that sensitive spot on my neck right below my ear as he whispered against my skin, covering me with goosebumps. Then, as quickly as his hot, hard body had come to stand so close, he was gone. “I’m going out,” he called over his shoulder from the door to the hallway.
I stood absolutely still, wanting so badly to turn and glance back, to watch him as he walked away, leaving me standing there with his warm breath still hot on my throat and the ache his closeness had created between my legs. Wanting. But I stood firm. I couldn’t let my guard down. His surliness would tear me to shreds.