Drake and Jessie have spent a few years hiding from the group of vampires who believe she is a threat to their existence. When Drake learns the organization may be willing to negotiate, he decides to take a chance and meet with them. For over three years, Jessie waits for her vampire lover to return. Fearing the worst, she propositions the only man who can help her find Drake.
Jeremy, the demon she turned away so long ago, refuses to assist her unless she agrees to his terms. With no one else to turn to, she concedes to his bargain. But after Jeremy nearly pays with his life trying to help her, Jessie takes matters into her own hands. Willing to surrender her own existence, she leaves to free Drake.
Through great heartache and suffering, Jessie struggles to survive. Fury gives her strength and she vows revenge. Given freedom and a chance to live a normal life she’s always dreamed, Jessie must decide her future.
Warning: This book contains vulgar language and violence.
Note: This book was originally published in 2015. The story hasn’t changed.
Jeremy poured more vodka. "I missed our days of drinking together. We had some good times." He set the bottle upright.
I stared at the glass. "You know I wouldn’t be here unless I needed your help. I’m putting your life in danger by coming here."
"Yeah, well…" He gave a casual shrug with one of his shoulders. "I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for blue-eyed half-demons."
I almost chuckled. Almost, then I grabbed the shot and downed it. The fluid warmed me again.
"In case you’ve forgotten, I’m quite capable of handling any vampires," he said.
"The skill is a handy one." I nodded.
He chuckled. "Nice choice of words." He crossed his arms. "Now tell me what I can help you with."
I breathed in deeply. "I want you to help me find Drake."
The amusement on his face disappeared. "Seriously?"
"I don’t know if he’s alive—"
"He’s been dead for several centuries," he interrupted, and I paused.READ MORE
"I need proof he’s still here or…not. No pictures. No videos. I need to see with my own eyes if they destroyed him, or if they’re holding him hostage. If they are keeping him against his will, then I want him freed. And if they did destroy him…" I paused to gather more air. "I want them extinguished. And if by all means possible, I want to send their souls to Hell."
Jeremy stared calmly at me, then he rose. He started pacing. "Let me get this straight. You want me to help you find your old lover, whom I despise. And if he’s been burned to ashes, you want me to help you get revenge." He stopped to look at me.
"In a nutshell, yes."
He chuckled as he grabbed the bottle and filled the glass. "Not only am I risking my life, I would be putting others in danger."
"I realize this." The notion of harm to other people bothered me greatly and I vowed to minimize the risk as much as possible. But ultimately, I realized someone could get hurt, or worse.
He took the shot fast, then set the glass on the counter. "Then you know this will cost you."
I lowered my gaze as I nodded. "I know."
He rubbed his hand over his mouth, then scratched his cheek. "What do think? Should I shave?"
I gave him a quizzical look. How could ask me such unimportant questions when we were in the middle of a serious matter?
"I…I don’t know. It looks good on you."
"You think? Doesn't it make me look older though?" He sat on the stool.
I shook my head, disliking his pettiness. "So what if it does? It looks fine on you."
"So you like it?"
I tossed my hands up. "Yes. Yes. Can we get on with negotiations, please?"
He grinned and slowly dragged his gaze down to my chest. I rolled my eyes. It was only a matter of time before his naughty mind would start working.COLLAPSE