His Enemy, Her Throne

The Voice a

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ouch. His green eyes were wide, his stake already in his hand. The knocking came again, so

voice sharp. Nobody should have found us. This house was hidden, protected

steady. He wasn't scared, not like he shou

claws, but I ignored it. I pressed my ear to the wood, listening. Heavy boots shuf

e roared. "You can't hide

hiding," he said, loud enough for whoever was out

d. "You don't know

I'm not letting you fight alone,

ing. Whoever was out there wasn't waiting. I took a deep

leaming like ice. She was beautiful, but her smile was cold, like a snake's. I knew her. Chloe Night

voice hard. "What

eronica," she said, her voice smooth. Her eyes flicked to Jason, and

tighter. "Who are you?"

aking. "Oh, he's feisty," she said, l

pping in front of Jason. "Why ar

run off with a human and nobody notices? The coven's talking

hem to keep Jason safe, but they'd found us any

ho knows too much. And he's... different. I can smell it." She stepped cl

her back. She stumbled,

"That's new. The old Veronica

ke pointed at her. "Back off,"

h, I like him," she said. "But you're in over your

, my voice echoing.

ice low. "You can't keep him, Veronica. The coven w

e was working with someone else, we were in big tr

give me the boy. I'll take him off your hands. Keep

l you," I said. I meant it. Chloe was my friend, but Jason was..

e making a mistake," she said. "The cov

e night. I slammed the door, my heart racing. Jason

, my voice bitter.

" he asked, his stak

"Because you're with me," I said. "And be

ecial how?" he asked, his voice soft but firm.

blood, his strength, the way he made me feel human again. But I couldn't. Not yet. "You're n

fast. "You mean drinking my blood," he said, his vo

You're not a freak. You're... impo

d of secrets, Veronica. First that vampire, the

g to protect you," I said. "If I tell y

ting at the door. "Something's haun

. Like what I'd found in my father's old books. stories about half-humans, half-s

s cheek. "Trust me," I said. "Please. I'

Then he pulled away. "I'm going to bed," he s

ct him, but I was making things worse. Chloe's words echoed in

elf, hidden behind a fake wall. I pulled one out, flipping pages. There it was, a story about a boy with

ming from the hall. I hid the book, my heart racing.

h brown hair and hazel eyes, her smile sweet but sharp. "Veronic

t. "Who are you?" I

here for Jason. He's mine. My father saw i

n't a vampire or a demon. She was a witch. And the way h