Chapters (39)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- Teaser chapter
The thought jarred him. Jealousy would mean he’d claimed Sarafina as his in more than just a protective way. It would mean that he’d claimed her in an emotional way. That couldn’t be. He couldn’t do it.
Gods, having this woman placed under his guard was making him crazy. Just like it had made Jack McAllister and Adam Tyrell crazy. Damn it!
He turned away from her. “You’re right, I can’t stop you from going back to Stefan. If you choose to do that, I’ll call Darren and make arrangements for him to come down with a small guard of witches.”
Sarafina let out a long breath. “Thank you. Thanks for not making me fight you.”
“Doesn’t mean I like this. Doesn’t mean I think it’s smart.”
“It’s our best hope at the moment.”
“Yeah, well, I’d rather have Thomas’s opinion on that score.” He fished his cell phone from the back of his jeans.
It rang in his hand.
Theo answered with a hostile, “Yeah,” knowing already who it would be. They had no warding around them right now, and Mira would’ve heard their conversation had she been tuned to it. She would’ve relayed it to Thomas.
The conversation was short and tense. Theo snapped the phone closed and paced away from Sarafina, toward his section of their two-bedroom suite. He fought not to snarl the words as he threw the cell to the couch, “You have Thomas’s blessing.”
SEVENTEEN
SEVENTEEN
HER MOTHER SLAMMED OPEN HER BEDROOM DOOR SO hard the knob stuck in the wall, making a hole.
Sarafina jumped in surprise and gripped her doll close to her, as if it could protect her from the insane glint in her mother’s eyes. Her mom’s frizzy blond hair stood up all around her head as though she’d been electrified, and her body gave off a constant heat that Sarafina could feel even across the room. Her body always gave off that heat, like she was ready to boil.
Today it was even more palpable. Perspiration beaded her mother’s forehead even though it wasn’t warm in the room, and her face was flushed as if she had a fever. Her flowered sundress clung to her damp skin.
But heat wasn’t the only thing emanating from her mother today.
Today the off-balance quality that her mother always displayed seemed more severe. Today Sarafina suspected something had sent her mother over the edge of the precipice she always balanced on.
Today was a dangerous day.
Sarafina’s body tensed. On the dangerous days she went to bed with bruises on her arms and legs, sometimes even odd burn marks from where her mother gripped her skin. Dangerous days were the ones when Sarafina knew to get out of the house fast and stay out.