All hell is breaking loose–literally–as rogue vampires, believing humans and vampires should not dwell together, call on demons to help them in their deadly crusades. Just as Pascal and London prepare for a fissure to occur in Spectrum, London is taken by the vampire rebels, bitten, and tortured. Soon, Pascal presumes the man he loves is dead. But London rises again. Is he a vampire? Pascal isn’t sure, but one thing he does know–London is no longer his. But Pascal and London have even bigger problems.
They need to defend the innocents, and winning this war will depend on convincing the werewolves to side with them. Which side will win ultimate control over Spectrum? And will London ever remember how much he loved Pascal, or are his memories truly gone forever?
When London exited, Pascal was sitting on the step examining the rock he’d found earlier. “So,” he said, “you think Devlin took your words to heart?”
Pascal stood. “Who knows? I made it clear what would happen if he went on a rampage.”
London walked down the path at Pascal’s side.
“You got a headache?” Pascal asked.
“You feel that?” London’s eyes widened.
“Yeah.” He came closer and placed his hand on London’s forehead. “Close your eyes.”
London did as instructed, feeling the cool touch of Pascal’s hand. The pain seemed to simmer a little, then mellow…and float away.
“Look at me now,” Pascal said.
London found himself gazing directly into Pascal’s eyes. “What a pleasant view.”
“Gone?” Pascal asked.
“Yeah. I’d kiss you but there are too many people watching.” London sniggered.
“I don’t care about that.”
“I do.” London stepped away and resumed walking. He knew Pascal was impulsive and might reach out, grab him, and kiss him in front of all these witnesses.
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