The Dark City Chronicles ⁓ Book Two
The stakes have never been higher! The Demon's Scion is a darker sequel to its predecessor. Spicy romance, action, seductive vampires, gutsy werewolves, sprinkles of dark humour, and, as always, the everlasting bo...
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With a soft laugh, Reid chooses that moment to take the steps two at a time. He lets the soft patter of Hannah's heartbeat act as his guide, and he ends up standing in front of the familiar door of his bedroom.
He knocks, even though it's his room, before entering.
Hannah sits on the floor, crossed-legged, with elbows on her thighs and palms covering her face. She doesn't react when Reid lowers himself into a crouch in front of her.
After a stretch of silence, she whispers, "A month ago, I was in a rundown apartment, working a menial job..." She lifts her face, and her cheeks are damp with tears. She laughs sharply. "Now I'm helping stitch a vampire up while he bleeds all over my dad's kitchen. I'm in battles with swords! I've never been so afraid in my life and..."
Reid sits down, his back propped against the nightstand beside the unkempt bed. He takes a gentle hold of her slim wrist and draws her hand onto his lap, tangling their fingers. "Is it too much?" He hopes she doesn't say yes. "You can go back to your life after we stop Azrael. I don't think it's safe until we find him. He could come after you."
"No," Hannah says with a sigh. "No. I don't want to go back. That life was shit. I was so lonely..." She swallows and holds Reid's gaze. There's a spark of determination behind her lovely brown eyes. "Your dad, Gabriel. He did that to you? Kiernan's back was... it's horrible."
Reid smiles. "It wasn't like that."
Hannah's shoulders sag. "He never hurt you?"
"It's different with vampires."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Looking down at the slender fingers in his grasp, Reid runs the pad of his thumb over Hannah's knuckles, faint scars of past fights marring the soft skin. She's a wild woman; no wonder Kenneth is smitten.
Reid whispers, "Not really."
Hannah smiles gently. "You don't have to."
"But I should," Reid says, suddenly determined to face a foe he's never dared. He lifts his head, meeting Hannah's eyes, and hopes the burn in his gaze conveys his will to open up to her. "I'll tell you, but then you'll tell me what's bothering you. Deal?"
