โ Scribed by S. L. Perrine
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
The crunch of leaves filled the air, but nobody moves near his or her windows to investigate. Cries for help erupted, murmurs and moans, a cackling laugh, knocks at doors, and yet no one answers. Screams sound in the night and still, the houses remained stoic...all except the Preston home.
Annabelle Preston only wanted to fall in love, marry, and continue her family's line of vampire hunters. When her heart is shattered, she never expects to be able to put those pieces back together.
Liam Cortland wanted a life with Annabelle, but he wanted that life with no expiration date. Unfortunately for him, he never let her know. So when he's not standing at the alter the day of their wedding, Annabelle moves on without him.
Emerick Bellator spends his eternity searching for the reborn soul of his brother, Massimo. When he stumbles across a hunter with the same emerald green eyes as his own, he knows he has found his mate.
When Liam comes back to town, Annabelle realizes she knows the story of why he'd abandoned her. The red in his eyes is the last thing she will ever see, just as the movement of Emerick's child in her womb is the last thing she will ever feel.
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