Clayton Night, a seductive, powerful vampire, desires more than Michael’s blood—he wants Michael for eternity. The mighty
Clay Night has fallen, but can his love keep Michael safe from an enemy seeking revenge?
As darkness closes in, Michael has a choice to make—a short mortal life or an eternity of love and danger?
NEXT THING Michael knew, he was wide-awake. He groaned, scrubbing his hands over his face. What woke him up? When he went to bed, he’d still been a bit freaked out over the odd happening at that restaurant. Was that what woke him up—leftover weird feelings?
And why was it so dark? He distinctly remembered leaving on the hall light—new place and all that. Still flat on his back, his gaze returned to the ceiling. It was really dark. And now that he was awake, he couldn’t miss how the wind shrieked outside.
Damn it. The electricity must be out, thanks to the wind. Getting up, he opened the curtains in the bedroom and peered out. The streetlights in the parking lot were on. Odd. He walked to the bedroom door and flipped the switch. Nothing happened. Great. He climbed back into bed and lay quietly, listening to see if he heard thunder. There didn’t seem to be any, so it didn’t appear to be storming.
He hunted around on the night table until he located his cell phone. Thank goodness he remembered to place it on the charger. He tapped the button on the bottom of his cell and it lit up, showing the time. Two in the morning. Seriously?
Disgusted, he tossed the phone on the night table. He rolled over onto his side and wrestled his pillow into a more comfortable position. Sighing softly, he closed his eyes and tried to will himself back to sleep. A cool breeze ruffled his hair, and he wrinkled his nose. Maybe he shouldn’t have turned the air conditioner down so low, but the humidity here in the South was killing him.
He shivered and reached for the bedspread. Where was the damn thing? Jeez, was nothing going right? Since feeling around wasn’t working, he opened his eyes… and was greeted with a rolling mist coming from underneath the bedroom door.
A mist. Coming in under the door.
Then he blinked again.
When the mist didn’t dissipate, he began to worry. Before he could throw the sheet off him, the mist began to condense at the end of the bed.
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