The vampires didn’t wander further than the grand hall to find anything that had a beating heart and blood. As far as this place went, although ominous, it hadn’t presented any threats. The fact that it hadn’t had everyone on edge especially after the struggle with the werewolves on the other side of the doors. The Guardians of Arkadía had long stopped trying to break in, and everything was quiet except for the hunting hustle of Raith, Ambrose, and Ravana … and the muffled cries of Lord Athan as he still held his lifeless Beloved.
On the stone floor where she lay, Gabriella blinked through the haze of her fever, watching the fearless Lord of Clan Karayan break to pieces as he would repeatedly look at Lady Salome’s face, as if checking to see if she would suddenly wake up, only to
