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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There's not a sound of a footfall, and then the stunning fiery hair and beautiful face of the clumsy dancer that had enraptured him emerges from the shadows; her tight leotard with its colourful feathers rustles ever so softly. It's what gave her away—those vibrant oranges, blues, reds, and yellows. Rowan. Gone is the bashful expression and playful smile. Her pink lips are in a tight line.
Reid's so enamoured with staring up at her that he completely misses the streak she tosses at him with a flick of her wrist. He doesn't look and doesn't move to grab his wallet. He figured out rather fast that she'd pilfered it when they'd bumped earlier.
Rowan keeps her distance. "Why didn't you tell the mage that I was hiding back there?" She scrunches her nose at the sight of the vampire's body and sidesteps a thick puddle of blood that's begun to seep between the polished planking.
Her voice is even more beautiful than her face. The soft and natural rasp is a gentle glissando that he could listen to forever. Muffled shouting wafts down the pathway and infests their quiet.
Reid doesn't have the time, and he's worried that he'll never see her again; she'll return to the shadows, becoming nothing but a daydream, so he says, "I think I'm in love with you."
Even her sputtering is adorable, and her rising blush is even more so. "I—weren't you just getting friendly with that vampire you so nicely decided to break up with quite violently? And I distinctly remember you right there—" She points at his legs, and Reid glances down; his pants are ruined and drenched, and the knees are stained crimson. "—getting quite friendly with Lucas Amala."
