Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Vampires were the only ones who could enthrall. Their ability wasn’t confined to looking in a person’s eyes. If he wished to, he could control mass crowds and even create his own army. They were deadly.
Charles hadn’t mastered any of the skills. From the moment he turned, he had struggled to consume blood of any kind, be it animal or human.
Alexander enjoyed a varied diet. He was old and didn’t need much blood to sustain himself. Volunteers and deals were made for the blood he drank, but other than that, he enjoyed a great deal of food. He rather was partial to a cheeseburger and fries, as well as steak and potatoes. Chicken was okay, but he much preferred the thigh meat, much more tender and juicier.
“You speak of utter madness and I do not have time for it. Crazy Lizzie is not your personal eight ball. You will learn some futures are not meant to be foretold.”
Charles was shitting himself. He feared death, even though he did absolutely nothing to help himself. He wasn’t willing to try and become a great vampire, all he did was complain. Charles feared the Disaster of the Otherworld. It was the paranormal equivalent to the bogeyman, only they existed. The bogeyman didn’t.
Alexander always found it a rather entertaining tale. He let Charles go.
“Get back to the house and read those damn books,” Alexander said.
Charles stumbled away, putting a hand to his chest as he tried to catch his breath. Breath he didn’t have.
Shaking his head, he glanced back toward Layla’s house. He hoped she slept well. He sensed her soul was troubled and he wanted to be there to put it right. It had been a long time since he cared about a human. Layla was different, though. After spending a lifetime with men and women, humans and not, staring at him with utter disgust, Layla was the first person to see him as a man. He found it a rather heady experience and one he wanted to continue to repeat.
Spinning on his heel, he came to a stop as he saw Crazy Lizzie in his path. Her eyes glowed red, and her skin seemed to shine.
“You’re all in danger,” she said. “They’re coming. They intend to take her. They’re going to destroy us all. Elle was only the beginning, they won’t stop until they find her.”
“Find who?”
“The five-pointed star.”
And then like a flash, Crazy Lizzie was gone.
The witch had been doing this to him for centuries. She had been the one to warn him about Charles. Running a hand down his face, he didn’t know when he’d become the messenger.
Chapter Two
“You shouldn’t be here,” Layla said, taking the tray of food from Elle’s hands.
Her best friend rolled her eyes. “And I should say the same about you.”
“I’m not the one pregnant with the Alpha’s baby, and I’m not the one who is delicate here,” Layla tutted.
The pack were thrilled with the news of the baby, they still had several months to go. The pack’s doctor believed Elle was three months pregnant. The start of many according to the prophecies Elle had read.
Layla hadn’t seen any of the old books or scrolls Elle talked about. Even though she did love her history, her expertise had been in that of serving the pack. Like now, the pack were filling up the diner. Daisy was cooking like mad, while she and Elle served.
She wasn’t allowing Elle to do any more than she needed. Elle could take the orders while Layla delivered them. They ran a tight ship, and after working together for a long time, they knew how to get things done.
Layla kept a smile on her face as she served members of the pack. It would seem her taking care of Elle had pushed her level of acceptance up among the pack. They were now more tolerant of her than ever before, which was great. It didn’t mean she would fall into bed with any of them.
Speaking of beds, Lewis, the wolf that had been assigned her protection detail, stepped through the doors. Layla had asked Elle if she had anything to do with Lewis escorting her back and forth from work, but her friend promised her she didn’t. Brandon had given the order. Lewis was seeing that it was done.
She didn’t need to watch him heading to the table where Drake and Darcy sat. It wouldn’t be long before Brandon joined, but according to Elle, he always had pack business to deal with.
Daisy rang the bell, signaling another order was complete. Stepping up to the counter, Elle saw the plates of food and instantly took them to the back. She offered a smile to the small wolf family, but didn’t get one back in return. She had to wonder if there was even a point to her being at Grace Hill.