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