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 awakening is worse than all the other times. Lungs bereft of air for however long he's been wading through the thick darkness of limbo have left a deep ache. Sound ebbs. Touch returns. Someone slaps him. He knows who's dainty hit that was immediately. Pathetic. His thoughts, sluggish, decide that when they aren't running for their lives, he'll force the idiot to lift something, anything; that smack was embarrassingly wimpy.
There's a moment that he expects to hear a rumbling growl, the beast having pursued him through the vastness and into the land of living, but there's nothing but the distant echo of a car locking. He made it.
Lashes fluttering, Kane's vision sharpens, and he's staring into familiar blue eyes, made bluer by their wateriness. He rasps gruffly, "What's wrong?"
His hands are rising without consulting his mushy brain. He weakly pats Reid's face, fingers grazing purpling bruises and smearing blood. Reid looks like shit, really bad and beaten, and Kane says so angrily because he is very angry.
Reid laughs wetly and holds up his phone. The screen timer is counting the seconds, and the glaring 19 minutes is stomach plummeting.
"Fuck." That's the longest yet. Last time, it was nine minutes. Next time, he might actually die. He pats Reid's bloody cheek again because the idiot's expression is withering in the way it does before he breaks down. "I'm good."
