The Dark City Chronicles ⁓ Book One
The creatures of evil won't stand a chance! The Demon's Reprisal is an action-packed novel with spicy romance, seductive vampires, dark humor, budding love, and the everlasting bonds of friendship.
After the death...
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The private wing of the hospital is relatively quiet, save for the occasional beeping or shuffling from outside the closed door. The strong scent of sterilisation lingers in the air, along with the smell of burnt coffee. Through the many slits in the horizontal shades, the bright lights of the city cut through the pitch of the late evening.
Kane shifts in an armchair that's been drawn up to the reclining bed. He tries his best to slouch into the hard cushions. He has an elbow against the armrest and leans his tired head on his fist; it's uncomfortable.
"You're sleeping?" Reid blinks, his pupils dilated. His cheek is a canvas of purple and black bruising that extends to his swollen left eye. And in seconds, his focus deviates to angrily swatting at the wire of the intravenous that's become tangled around the blankets of the hospital bed where he's been forced to remain.
Forced, because Kane had to physically put the idiot back into bed three times before Reid gave up out of exhaustion.
"It's late. Normal people sleep when it's nighttime. You should try it." Kane's eyes had begun to droop closed, but he opens them quickly at the soft sound of tape ripping.
He groans and leans forward, grabbing Reid's fingers to stop them from ripping the medical tape off the needle that needs to remain in the back of his hand for the near future. It's not difficult to subdue the idiot when his arm's in a sling.
With a gasp, Reid rips his fingers from Kane's grip and tosses himself dramatically against the askew grey pillows. He'd be in severe pain from the gesture due to his two cracked ribs if he wasn't so doped up. "I don't like it here; the walls are loud and the water's too dry. Let's go home."
