HER SWEET BLOOD

one of his business partners, he had decided to invite his girlfriend. He smirked as he watched as the host of the party glided down the stairs to his girlfriend, tied up-half naked an

ed sweet nothing. Gerald moaned as he forgot about Honey with a small nibble from the alluring woman

r met this woman before, but her scent was familiar, like

you, litt

towards him. She'd wanted him. Of the ma

dward dear, take me, show me hea

canines, and went for her throat. But he didn't bite her. He ran the tip of one fang up her jugular.

there, the alchemy of the crowd display, the threat he represented, and the sort of sex sh

e she felt trembled thr

s. But not like they w

ce of shit was dimmed down by the sex. The flame of his fury against himself was annihilated

he made love with Grace, he felt something. Something he had never felt

iform-sort cloak and dropped the heavy weight from his shoulders.

oman's body and he roamed,

aked over the decimated landscape of his soul

she needed, and so

some sort of rest to continue his emotional torture. Being a warrior in the fight against the undead and walking th

ly going to get hi

if you were facing off with the undead, surely vampires wer

g exce

ntered the room and went straight to his mini gym. He had al

understood his life as a pure-breed vampire meant he would ne

might have resented their fate, James h

m that made him the most powerful leader among the other clans. And, of course, it didn't hurt that he was capable

leader, merciless and unforgiving, and executing vampire hunters was a necessity, like breathing air. He was born to hunt down and exterminate all hunt

nship with Louie that went way beyond master and servant. They became as close as brothers. But still, James remained

d to trick Grace's roommate's boyfriend into offering his apartment next door, but not without convincing Gerald. After all, it only took the pathe

d, and now she was sleeping ne

ld mean for his own place, but

was a guy who understood

this m

't know what the

Grace's bed, and the next, the wo

uld explain the encroaching darkness and the sensation that

them in his long life. He'd even visited Hades on a dar

e was melting along with the room, his

fted in the nothingness before t

s disconcerting

ing a marble floor with enough force to send him to his knees

kness of natural shadows, not... well

flames to dance over his skin as

shape to the room he'd just been zapped out of, only it wasn't lavi

f being covered with priceless golden tiles, while the heavy furnitu

is some sort of illusion

far wall, he came to a sharp halt as he caug

t an o

ac

same magic that was affecting him. Stupid, of course. Why would anyone g

Grac

wa

Does anyone

s the daughter of Louie. One of the most powerful half-breeds