Love Under the blood moon

met Damien's piercing gaze. He stood in the doorway, framed by the dim l

asked, her voice shar

answer immediately, his expression unreadable. For a moment, it

ving visions,"

d a beat. "How d

ra changes when you dream. And judging by the look on your face

rms over her chest. "Why wou

yours," he said, steppin

rds settling heavily in the air

ice low. "The forest, the blood, the shadows.

vampire trick. But the sincerity in his voice, the

think it means?"

s jaw tightening. "But I intend

smelled of aged parchment and candle wax. The shelves stretched

e?" Liana asked, t

y secrets," he said

k, leather-bound book lay open. Strange symbols ad

s is?" Damien asked,

hook he

own through my family for generations. It

e echoed, her b

g agreements that connect two souls. They're rare, and most vampires don'

ouding her thoughts. "You think w

e said, his voice firm. "Your visions, my visio

do about it?" she asked, her

amien said, his gaze unwavering. "And

d she want that? The thought of being free from Damien sh

e don't break it?"

"Then we're bound for eterni

Liana found herself drawn to the ancient text, her fingers t

ing like this?" she

g a vampire and a werewolf isn't just rare-it's dangerous

nts to see that balance destroyed

tightening. "And I have

tsteps echoed down the hall. The library door burst

e said, his gaze flickeri

Damien asked, ri

," Armand said. "

faces grim as they prepared for battle. The scent of fear hung h

pounding. She could hear the commotion outside-the shouts o

one commanding. "Armand, take half the guards

I will," s

r fight," Damie

blazing. "I'm not going to stand by while

eyes searching hers. Finally,

biting at their skin. The hunters were a sea of s

potted a familiar figure among

hispered, her v

his eyes cold an

asn'

pulling her back. "It's a trick

weapon. "Hello, little wolf," he s

oever this man was, he h

she growled, her

de her, his fangs

d between them pulsed like a li

hatever had bound them, it was st

he fray. "You don't even know the truth, do you, Liana? About y

rt pounding. "What a

Ask him. Ask Damien what he's b