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evel of niceties - his sisters words not his. He was immortal

reason for him wa

me was

, "Clare has been spotted at a club by Asguardians. Th

minent danger of collapsing. Her

o get her. My son,

tumble and shake. Until this point he'd been unconcerned about them finding her. Truth was, he wanted Clare to find out who she was, then perhaps his

Clare finding out wh

l, she wasn't the one they wanted. The Garde wou

y quickly. From what he knew about Franchesca, she had accepted her death after the war of descendants years ago. Liam had been there and seen the life shed her eyes as it ha

d look at the girl was a shot of adrenaline spiked through his entire system and 'short circuited' his brain. For

red himself watching her shower. T

branch ever so slightly so she could reach. It was the day he was irrevocably changed, more like screwed as his brother would put it. People had stopped

voice had whis

ays of watching her, quickl

humans being the superior species on the earth, her easy relationship with people, and competitive streak which had delight

full life

week. He refused to allow the thought to seep into his knowledge, or

ches

nowing the implications of what he had to d

ded to. But now she was a key in something bigger which meant danger, and if Clare's

She wasn't strong enough to take him on. Linking his mind to hers he watched it all unfold- the visions, the memories, the ac

to become the most hunt

t blink, not even when Franchesca stumb

coming to her, his beautiful Clare, his princess, who had yet

his fingers as he commanded, "Franchesca, stop!" His words

the evident tears cascaded down her c

ubbornness in her gaze. After what he'd seen, he should rip her limbs apart, shred her to pieces. Clare however woul

And then there was Caleb, though a boy, Liam considered

otector he had never seen scared. But fear of the unknown was a weakness bound to happen

und. Her knees lowered, and she begged, "I have to save her, please William, let

lf while he put a stop to all those who wanted her dead. For now he was going to need help and information from a closer so

ve ached as his stomach did now. He heard about it from his sister, maybe he'd ask her what it felt like. But the solution to this

n him from before his birth, h

est and he didn't blame her. Help was not something he offered to others without a price, no

utral as he waited for Franchesca to get her grips, "You're one Caster," she said, "I

insult, "The terms Warlock now!" he said dryly, schooling his features, a task h

gers to false identities and lying about who we are, Franchesca. I

on her forehead glistened. Denial was pointless, she was as guilty as Lucifer. He should rip her thr

't know who fathered hi

t killing her, "I'll take her to the realms, you've seen what follows, they all coming for her." When he

d me as your enemy." She narrowed her eyes, and he shook his head in disappointment, "You think you've

mood. Because for the first time in years, f

emp

sacrifice wasn't something to take lightly, it sh

n to safety is he

ickly with a shake of her head, "No, he said he w

n mess of a brother, he nodded. Trust Kole to put a tracker on

y made as they crept up the stairs. Weight shifting to the balls of his

nche

into something far more dangerous right before his eyes. The fear in her gaze swirled, gathering in

with a sadistic quip of his eyebrow, "ladies first," he s

is grip, pivoted and let go, sending her hurtling tow