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“Damn it, Cassius! Open the door, NOW!”

Nothing.

The walls shook.

The bed shook.

I shook.

But the door didn’t move.

Alex turned his venomous expression toward me and cursed as ice filled my veins. “You bitch!”

My mouth gaped open. “E-excuse me?” What did I DO?

“What. Did. You. Do?” He repeated back to me like I was dumb. “Well you were born, so there’s the first misfortune. Then again, you wouldn’t even know your own age now, would you? Somewhere between twenty-five and forty? A little fuzzy? Those memories? Damn it!” He kept hitting the door with one hand. “Cassius, I will murder you!”

I frowned.

Could he murder an angel? Or Dark One?

“Cassius!” He roared as the lights flickered around the room then went completely out, blanketing us in darkness.

I shivered, and pulled my knees to my chest, absolutely terrified of what he would do. I didn’t know much about sirens, but I did know that they had very extreme emotions.

Obviously.

Suddenly a hand was on my arm.

Alex gripped me hard, his fingers pressing into my skin, and then his teeth tore into part of my wrist.

With a cry, I tried to jerk my hand away, but he was too strong.

He flipped my hand over.

And then quickly snapped his fingers onto the wound.

A small fire started below my wrist.

On the bed.

It was blue.

He cursed again.

While I was mesmerized by the flames that didn’t burn.

“Elf.”

Alex

London England 1815

“YOU’RE SO PRETTY.” Her fingernails scraped across my naked back while I dressed. “When can I see you again?”

I slept with her because I wanted to — no other reason.

I didn’t love her.


Tags: Rachel Van Dyken The Dark Ones Saga Paranormal