died and the familiars who passed along with them.
The families that the witches lost and the friends who would never get to see them again. It was too painful to think about and he couldn’t stop himself from thinking that it was his fault.
“This is all because of me and Emma.” Tears rushed from his eyes and his throat began tightening. Adam turned him around, grabbed him by his chin, and stared into his eyes.
“Don’t ever blame yourself for this. It’s not because of you . This is all because of Craven. Deep down, the reason why Craven is doing this is because he’s scared of you. He may be a dark blood, and he might have plenty of power. But he’s not a Drake , you could pluck him off like a tick and he knows it. That is why he wants to kill you before your birthday. But you’re not going to let him are you? Are you going to let him take everything from you? ”
“ No. ” Ethan swiped the tears from his face and stared back out of the window at the man, who was already turning the corner of the street. “I am going to rip his head off and feed it to a hellhound.”
Glass shattering interrupted Adam’s response and before they could wonder where it had come from, Preston Corwin barreled down the hallway and burst into the living room, startling Sage awake.
Ethan and Adam rushed out from behind the curtains and saw Preston leaning over a chair, breathing hard. Preston quickly found his composure and looked head on at Ethan. Their eyes latched onto each other’s and Ethan’s heart skipped a beat. Something was wrong.
“Vander has Emma and Logan.”
10
The decaying manor stood on a hill near a frozen lake surrounded by dead, snow packed trees. The windows were broken and vacant, with ragged purple curtains fluttering in the cold gentle wind.
The home looked abandoned and seemed to give off an eerie feeling.
The road to town was long and no footprints or tire trails could be seen for miles. Inside of the rickety old manor, a man and a woman lounged in the living area, the fireplace roaring with white flames. The faint sound of orchestral music was coming from a small battery powered radio that sat on a broken window seal.
“Go check on ‘em.” a tall tawny man ordered in his rugged southern accent, kicking the side of the woman’s already conked out chair. She stood, quickly and glared at the man before descending down a darkened hall.
The man’s name was Pargo Hennessy. He had troll and vampire blood in him, which made him look like an experimented on monster, except he dressed as sophisticated as any high class business man, in a gray suit and polished black penny loafers. Warm sunlight poured through the windows, teasing his skin. If he weren’t protected by the Vander’s charm, he would be dust by now.
He owed his life to that man.
The door to the basement swung open and hot pink heels clacked down the stone steps, waking Emma and Logan from a long night’s sleep. Emma was surprised that she even slept with all that had happened, from their kidnapping, to the torturing.
A tall, slender woman appeared out from the darkness. She was dressed in purple, skin tight leather pants, a black blouse, and her tar black hair was tied into a high ponytail.
She placed her long hands on her hips and stared at the two teenagers, a severe smile growing on her bronze toned face. She had high arched eyebrows, a long beaky nose, and full lips. Her eyes were almond shaped and green, and Emma could see that she was pretty young.
“I’m supposed to make sure you both are still alive. But if I had it my way, you’d be hanging upside down bleeding to death. But
The families that the witches lost and the friends who would never get to see them again. It was too painful to think about and he couldn’t stop himself from thinking that it was his fault.
“This is all because of me and Emma.” Tears rushed from his eyes and his throat began tightening. Adam turned him around, grabbed him by his chin, and stared into his eyes.
“Don’t ever blame yourself for this. It’s not because of you . This is all because of Craven. Deep down, the reason why Craven is doing this is because he’s scared of you. He may be a dark blood, and he might have plenty of power. But he’s not a Drake , you could pluck him off like a tick and he knows it. That is why he wants to kill you before your birthday. But you’re not going to let him are you? Are you going to let him take everything from you? ”
“ No. ” Ethan swiped the tears from his face and stared back out of the window at the man, who was already turning the corner of the street. “I am going to rip his head off and feed it to a hellhound.”
Glass shattering interrupted Adam’s response and before they could wonder where it had come from, Preston Corwin barreled down the hallway and burst into the living room, startling Sage awake.
Ethan and Adam rushed out from behind the curtains and saw Preston leaning over a chair, breathing hard. Preston quickly found his composure and looked head on at Ethan. Their eyes latched onto each other’s and Ethan’s heart skipped a beat. Something was wrong.
“Vander has Emma and Logan.”
10
The decaying manor stood on a hill near a frozen lake surrounded by dead, snow packed trees. The windows were broken and vacant, with ragged purple curtains fluttering in the cold gentle wind.
The home looked abandoned and seemed to give off an eerie feeling.
The road to town was long and no footprints or tire trails could be seen for miles. Inside of the rickety old manor, a man and a woman lounged in the living area, the fireplace roaring with white flames. The faint sound of orchestral music was coming from a small battery powered radio that sat on a broken window seal.
“Go check on ‘em.” a tall tawny man ordered in his rugged southern accent, kicking the side of the woman’s already conked out chair. She stood, quickly and glared at the man before descending down a darkened hall.
The man’s name was Pargo Hennessy. He had troll and vampire blood in him, which made him look like an experimented on monster, except he dressed as sophisticated as any high class business man, in a gray suit and polished black penny loafers. Warm sunlight poured through the windows, teasing his skin. If he weren’t protected by the Vander’s charm, he would be dust by now.
He owed his life to that man.
The door to the basement swung open and hot pink heels clacked down the stone steps, waking Emma and Logan from a long night’s sleep. Emma was surprised that she even slept with all that had happened, from their kidnapping, to the torturing.
A tall, slender woman appeared out from the darkness. She was dressed in purple, skin tight leather pants, a black blouse, and her tar black hair was tied into a high ponytail.
She placed her long hands on her hips and stared at the two teenagers, a severe smile growing on her bronze toned face. She had high arched eyebrows, a long beaky nose, and full lips. Her eyes were almond shaped and green, and Emma could see that she was pretty young.
“I’m supposed to make sure you both are still alive. But if I had it my way, you’d be hanging upside down bleeding to death. But
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