Shadow of the Pact
a
r eyes piercing through me. Then, slowl
isn't
at, he vanishes
ll fixed where Adrian stood seconds ago. Then he t
ds to explain why a v
t my
turned into a fu
doesn'
ke a blade ready to strike. The air between us is electric, heavy
xpl
alm. That's what w
, refusing to
nd me by
y expect me to
ger in check. I know him well enough to realize he can sense when I'm not
, liste
're wandering alone at night in vampire territory? That one of them knows yo
irritated by hi
't ask f
dn't push hi
have argued, but this time, it's different. There's so
my father ordered you to watch over me
fre
t hurts me too. Dante isn't just some enforcer of the pack. He's the one who
lways wanted more
ring trace of blood he's probably spilled tonight. He lifts a hand, his f
s lower now, rougher. And wh
rt stu
th set by my father, by the pack. He has always acted as if my futu
't know w
t I do best-
't the tim
my wrist-not hard, just
ash
se my
home,
g sil
s a step back, his anger shifting int
point
Fi
e is col
s retreating, even when the sound of his motorcycle
y eyes, the a
n still
Da
her pr
ow in th
subtle as you
and a figure slowly steps aw
ri
cou
nding sorry at all. I fou
re at
re spyin
row, feignin
ugly word. I was m
re than anyone I've ever met. Maybe because he plays with
ou still he
slowly, like a predat
e you in
ep b
smi
kers toward where Dante disappeared. He
lse j
one of you
ough that I can see every detail of his fa
but
Wh
r a long moment
e I want
runs down
reat, a promise, a
worst
ike
a
ld hav
lked away before
it's t
posture is tense, ready for a fight. Adrian, on the other hand, looks utterly r
tuck betw
away fr
a low growl, an
s head, complet
uckles, shaking his head. Tell me, Dante, do
fists
to claim what
ale s