Chapter: 147
"Who else have you told?" Dorian asked.
"Only you."
"I�ll be back at Ravenswood tomorrow afternoon. Do not speak to the others until I arrive�we�ll do it together."
"You have my word. What should we do about the�"
"Hold on." Dorian cocked his ear, a strange sensation creeping along his skin. "Something�s wrong. I thought I heard�"
"Dorian? What is it?"
Dorian closed his eyes, trying to pinpoint the source of his sudden unease. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, a chill racing suddenly down his spine. When he took his next breath, he tasted brimstone.
And then, in the span of a single heartbeat, a shriek of raw terror pierced the night, and the scent of warm blood flooded his senses.
Dorian�s heart shattered like a bomb.
The scream�as well as the blood�had come from his bedroom.
The unmistakable scent of Charlotte�s blood wrapped him in a haze of delirium, but Dorian fought through it, half-blurring, half-stumbling across the penthouse.
There was a demon in his home. He felt its dark presence. His lungs were already burning, the taste of hellfire a grim warning in the back of his throat, but there was no time to heed it.
Charlotte was all that mattered. He had to get to her.
When he finally reached the bedroom, he was so weak from the hellfire, he could barely stand.
"Charlotte," he choked out.
She was naked, tied to a chair in the corner of the room, bound and gagged. A bright red gash wept from her wrist, ruby liquid spilling down her fingers, dripping onto the carpet.
Her wide, frantic eyes implored him, and she shook her head, shouting something he couldn�t understand through the gag�another warning unheeded.
With a burst of new energy, Dorian shot forward.
But he didn�t get far.
A force like a freight train slammed into him from the side, and a sharp pain bit into his neck. Seconds later, he felt his heartbeat slow, his muscles twisting as if they�d come loose from the bone.
He dropped to his knees, and the room spun before his eyes.
Charlotte screamed and rattled in her chair, but her cries were still muffled by the gag, the scent of her blood still flooding his senses.
"Good evening, your highness," came the cruel taunt. "I�m so pleased you�ve finally decided to join us."
Renault Duchanes crouched before him, flashing his signet ring. A blood-tipped spike rose from the center�clearly the source of the pain in Dorian�s neck.
"What� have you� done?" Dorian panted. The breath was leaving his body, the hellfire smoldering inside him, which meant the demon was near. Dorian had no idea where�he couldn�t see through the blinding agony in his guts. He felt as if he were being consumed from the inside out�not just by hellfire, but by some ungodly microscopic enemy chewing through to his bones. JrNovels.com
"Only you."
"I�ll be back at Ravenswood tomorrow afternoon. Do not speak to the others until I arrive�we�ll do it together."
"You have my word. What should we do about the�"
"Hold on." Dorian cocked his ear, a strange sensation creeping along his skin. "Something�s wrong. I thought I heard�"
"Dorian? What is it?"
Dorian closed his eyes, trying to pinpoint the source of his sudden unease. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, a chill racing suddenly down his spine. When he took his next breath, he tasted brimstone.
And then, in the span of a single heartbeat, a shriek of raw terror pierced the night, and the scent of warm blood flooded his senses.
Dorian�s heart shattered like a bomb.
The scream�as well as the blood�had come from his bedroom.
The unmistakable scent of Charlotte�s blood wrapped him in a haze of delirium, but Dorian fought through it, half-blurring, half-stumbling across the penthouse.
There was a demon in his home. He felt its dark presence. His lungs were already burning, the taste of hellfire a grim warning in the back of his throat, but there was no time to heed it.
Charlotte was all that mattered. He had to get to her.
When he finally reached the bedroom, he was so weak from the hellfire, he could barely stand.
"Charlotte," he choked out.
She was naked, tied to a chair in the corner of the room, bound and gagged. A bright red gash wept from her wrist, ruby liquid spilling down her fingers, dripping onto the carpet.
Her wide, frantic eyes implored him, and she shook her head, shouting something he couldn�t understand through the gag�another warning unheeded.
With a burst of new energy, Dorian shot forward.
But he didn�t get far.
A force like a freight train slammed into him from the side, and a sharp pain bit into his neck. Seconds later, he felt his heartbeat slow, his muscles twisting as if they�d come loose from the bone.
He dropped to his knees, and the room spun before his eyes.
Charlotte screamed and rattled in her chair, but her cries were still muffled by the gag, the scent of her blood still flooding his senses.
"Good evening, your highness," came the cruel taunt. "I�m so pleased you�ve finally decided to join us."
Renault Duchanes crouched before him, flashing his signet ring. A blood-tipped spike rose from the center�clearly the source of the pain in Dorian�s neck.
"What� have you� done?" Dorian panted. The breath was leaving his body, the hellfire smoldering inside him, which meant the demon was near. Dorian had no idea where�he couldn�t see through the blinding agony in his guts. He felt as if he were being consumed from the inside out�not just by hellfire, but by some ungodly microscopic enemy chewing through to his bones. JrNovels.com
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