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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There's a light rain slipping down the glass of the window above the table of their booth. The relaxing pattering does nothing to quell the tension that's overtaken their table. The warmth of a heater humming above keeps back the morning chill.
The restaurant is relatively quiet in these earlier hours.
This isn't a place Hannah would come to on her own accord, with its outdated yellow wallpaper and checker-tiled flooring. Near the entry doors are a couple talking in murmured tones, sitting at a table situated under an orange-hanging light fixture.
Sounds of conversation waft from around a bend that leads to a buffet that's mostly blocked from view by a wooden partition.
Hannah's taken to pretending she's ravenously hungry rather than facing the awkwardness. She has a mouthful of syrupy pancakes when she risks glancing at the other side of the booth.
Reid decided at the last minute that leaving his kidnapped vampire, maker, whatever, alone at the farmhouse wasn't the smartest idea if he didn't want Kiernan sneaking back to his life to plot his revenge.
Kiernan has been kidnapped; that's no question. He's stiff and expressionless, where he's been forced to sit in the curve of the booth, seated next to a delighted Reid and keeping suspiciously far away from Hannah.
Lucas sits on the end beside Reid, blocking an exit.
She's beginning to feel bad for the vampire, despite everything. He's getting the brunt of Reid's obsessive attention, which even earns Kiernan a few guilty glances from Kane, who's seated at the other end and presses close to Hannah's side.
Every time Kane or she reaches for something on the table, they bump elbows. She doesn't mind, enjoying the closeness. She has the urge to lay her hand on his thigh but holds back; he's angry. She's not sure if he'd welcome the touch when he's primed to jump across the table and start a bloody brawl.
For the last twenty minutes of silence, Kane's been taking his time glaring across the other side of the booth at Lucas. The man had taken the spot beside Reid casually, and Kane's had a sour expression since.
