- •Contents
- •Preface
- •Chapter 1
- •I scrambled from my bed and pulled on my breeches and shirt. “Come in!” I called.
- •Chapter 2
- •I nodded, barely listening. I took the paper, the grimy newsprint smearing on my hands as I hastily scanned the article.
- •It was the work of a vampire.
- •Chapter 3
- •Chapter 4
- •I turned over my shoulder and saw Alfred storm out from around the bar toward our table. Before I could react, he’d grabbed Violet’s long hair and yanked it, causing her to yelp.
- •Chapter 5
- •I felt my thoughts reach her mind, and I sensed the moment when her brain seemed to yield. I nodded to try to speed the process.
- •I squared my shoulders and looked into his beady, gray eyes. I concentrated on the pupils, allowing my gaze to center in until the blackness was all I could see. “We need a room.”
- •Violet shook her head. “The police said they can’t do anything until they find a body. They said she’s a grown woman and she can go where she pleases. I’m just so worried.” Violet sighed.
- •Violet nodded. “Do you miss them?”
- •Violet sighed, distress obvious on her face. “I felt like I was surrounded by evil. Something was there. I thought I was going to be attacked, and then you came and—”
- •Chapter 6
- •Chapter 7
- •Violet jumped up as soon as I opened the door.
- •Immediately, a coach pulled up to us. “Where to?” a driver asked, tipping his hat.
- •I saw Violet glance at me and I tried to look as if I were enjoying the show. But inside, I was frustrated. I hated the way everything always came back to Damon, and most likely would, for eternity.
- •Chapter 8
- •I never outgrew my fondness for games, Damon replied, not moving his lips.
- •Violet’s eyes gleamed as the two girls walked away into the swirl of revelers. Damon watched with a bemused expression.
- •Chapter 9
- •I glanced over at Violet. She was listening, rapt, the vervain charm still gleaming around her neck. Good.
- •Violet’s shoulders sagged in relief, and I closed my eyes in thanks. Cora was still alive. For now.
- •I plucked a petal. I trust him, I trust him not, I thought as I dropped each silky flower fragment to the grass.
- •Chapter 10
- •Chapter 11
- •I don’t seek out problems, I said simply. And I don’t create them.
- •Chapter 12
- •I sighed at her existential meanderings. I stepped toward her, eager to stop talking.
- •I looked up. It was Samuel. Instantly, I stood to my full height and gave him a tight smile. I knew that careening through the warehouse must have made me seem drunk or mad.
- •Chapter 13
- •Chapter 14
- •Chapter 15
- •Violet shook her head. “Or maybe I’d be dead in a London ditch. You were my friend. You showed me the world. If I have to die, at least I had those days of magic,” she said shyly.
- •Chapter 16
- •Chapter 17
- •I felt something jump on my back. I spun around and realized Luke had clamped himself to my shoulders and was kicking his legs into my lungs.
- •I stepped back, my body slamming against the wall. I’d cornered myself.
- •Chapter 18
- •I nodded. I didn’t want to give her false hope. “She’ll be different. But I can teach her. There are things that make being a vampire less terrible,” I said.
- •Chapter 19
- •Epilogue
I stepped back, my body slamming against the wall. I’d cornered myself.
“I want to destroy Damon. And death would be far too easy,” Samuel hissed, stepping up to me and laying one hand on each shoulder. “So I will make him pay first. I’ll take him away from the London society he loves so much and ruin the image he enjoys maintaining. That was the plan, and that’s what shall be carried out,” Samuel explained, his face now inches away from mine. “When you came along, I didn’t have quite as much time to plot your punishment. But I’m quite pleased by what I came up with. I ruined the family you loved so much and blamed it on you. I got your girl to come to the dark side . . . I think I did rather well,” Samuel said, smiling.
“Why are you doing this to us? What have we ever done to you?” I asked, trying to placate him by not struggling. My mind was whirling. I could just hear the sound of shouting in the distance, and knew it wouldn’t be long before an angry mob surrounded the cabin.
“You did enough. And I don’t really feel like giving you a history lesson. But speaking of brothers, I do know that you hurt mine. And I think that alone makes a rather strong case against us being friends, don’t you agree?” he asked. His smile was dangerous, and I knew he was about to pounce. I closed my eyes, gathered my strength, and charged toward him, hoping the surprise of my action would catch him off guard.
But quicker than lightning, he wrestled me to the ground until I was pinned underneath him. With his face only inches from mine, I could smell human blood on his breath.
I twisted free and scrambled backward. He seemed to be everywhere and nowhere all at once, and suddenly, I caught the whiff of something burning. Our scuffle had upset a table, and an overturned candle had started a fire, the flames licking the dry pine walls. The light from the flames danced on Samuel’s angular face. Our eyes locked for a moment, and a faint smile crossed Samuel’s lips. Then he lunged toward me, catching me unaware as he pushed me toward the hearth. I fell onto my knees.
“Get out,” Samuel barked to Violet, who ran toward the door, leaving Oliver’s lifeless body on the ground.
“You’ve lived for far too long,” he said, quickly grabbing a chair and snapping it over his knee as if it were a twig. He stood over me, each foot on either side of my waist, one hand holding a broken chair limb, ready for it to serve as a stake.
But instead of driving it into my chest, he glanced at me in disgust, then spit onto my face.
“You’re not worth killing; that’s too easy,” Samuel muttered, almost to himself. “I want you to suffer. You deserve it. In fact, that’s the only thing you deserve.”
I closed my eyes, not bothering to fight. Instead, I allowed my mind to conjure up Callie. Sweet, fierce Callie, with red hair and freckled skin and mischievous eyes. I knew this would be the last time I saw her, even in my imagination. She was surely in heaven, and I would soon be bound for hell.
With Samuel’s swift motion, pain was everywhere. The stake had driven through my chest, but missed my heart. Pain radiated from the wound to my hands, my feet, my brain.
“Enjoy hell,” Samuel said with a laugh. Then he swept out the door, leaving me in the fire-filled cabin, a precursor to what I knew was to be my final resting place.