Nobody said anything.
They didn’t need to.
Their answers, their worry hung heavy in the air. I could taste it.
Something had happened the minute I’d touched her, the minute I’d licked her wounds.
And I would take it to my grave.
Because it was an impossibility.
She was vampire.
I was wolf.
The two did not mate.
Could never mate.
Besides, it had been my imagination.
I knew, once I set my eyes on her again, the weird longing would flee.
Anyway, I still felt the cold blood of my wife on my hands, could still feel the way she’d tug my fur.
Men rarely got second chances.
Why the hell would a wolf be given one?
SERENITY
It was too bright.
Always too bright.
I’d been in that glaring room for two days, and each day a different immortal being too beautiful for words had waited on me hand and foot.
The angel, Cassius, had a body of stone and feathers that felt like velvet when touched. I imagined it wasn’t exactly normal to randomly touch an angel’s feathers, but they’d whispered when they’d seen me, as if they held secrets, as if that was their purpose, and I could have sworn the minute my fingers came into contact with them, they sighed with pleasure, shuddering beneath my touch.
Then again, I’d been attacked by a rabid wolf, so it could have been blood loss.
Blood.
I shivered as my body convulsed again in bed.
Blood. It consumed my thoughts. Made my body burn.
And then, the man with the deep brown eyes and shaggy brown hair had licked me. I’d reached for his head to push him away but had only seemed to encourage him more as I’d dug my fingers against his scalp.
And felt an energy so electric between us I wondered if I would be able to pull my hand away without dying.
He’d never visited my room alone.
The man with the haunting brown eyes.
The vampire had come after the angel; he’d looked like he couldn’t quite figure me out. Get in line, buddy.
The siren always stayed as far away as possible; I didn’t blame him.