Three
Darius
In thirty-three years of life as a mortal and countless more as a vampire, I had known a great many liars.
Blood had never been one of them.
“Gray!” I gasped as the sudden rush of heat flooded my chest, followed by the sweet, heady scent of the witch who thoroughly owned my heart. The sensations were unmistakable—the siren call of Gray’s blood resurfacing after its days-long absence, more intense than it’d ever been before.
It was our blood bond. Sensing her this way… I swallowed the emotion tightening my throat. It meant she was still with us. Still alive.
I grabbed my cell phone, fumbling with the damn screen for several frustrating moments before I finally managed to punch in Ronan’s number.
While he and Emilio were out at the Landes property hunting down clues, I’d
