Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
She had a feeling the more proper reaction to the whole thing was something louder and more hysterical, but she just didn't feel like doing either. Right now, all that mattered was Lysander was finally back.
Let it be good for this time, please, God.
Her prayers came loud and clear, with not only Heaven listening in but Lysander as well. It was obvious that she had forgotten he could read her mind...and just as obvious was how infatuated she still was with him.
Strange little princess, Lysander thought broodingly. Just as he predicted, she had bloomed like the perfect hothouse flower now that she had come into her own. Her emerald green eyes added an exotic slant to her elegant beauty, and her body was the perfect blend of sleek Lyccan strength and soft curves.
She could have any man she wanted now, and men certainly wanted her back, and it was all he could do not to claw their eyes out. The beast in him was not the type to share, and Lysander's tension only eased when he the van door automatically sliding open.
Lysander gently lowered Estrella to her feet and waited until she was safely ensconced inside before crouching down to all fours and following her. With his tremendous height, it was the only way he could get in, and even then, he had to break the armrests off before he could take one of the captain's seats.
We'll need to customize—-ah! Estrella squeaked in surprise when Lysander scooped her off her seat and placed her on his lap instead. Twisting around, she gazed up at him, confused. Lysander?
Violet eyes glittered down at her. The beast in me...needs you...near...constantly.
Estrella's lips parted in silent surprise. No one had ever been this possessive towards her before, and for it to be Lysander...
The feel and sound of movement underneath them was a welcome distraction, and Estrella quickly looked away as the van started moving. Her cheeks felt a little too hot, and she resolutely pinned her gaze to the window, where she could see the crowd of humans lurching into movement as soon as their van rolled down the road.
Lysander's attention was also drawn to the stampede. The moment their van sped away, the humans had seemed to turn into a zombie horde, running with their arms stretched out, pushing and shoving at each other for the sake of...a photo?
Estrella saw Lysander's gaze snap back to hers after watching the humans nearly kill each other for a chance to get one clear shot of them. His puzzlement was obvious, and she remembered too late that all of this must still be new to him. Before he left, their existence had been a secret. Now, the whole world didn't just know them. Now, humans either feared or worshipped their kind...and neither was a good thing in the long run.
"Your Highness." Alain's gaze drew their attention, and Estrella noticed the way Lysander's gaze had narrowed sharply at the twins. The two men were seated on the row opposite them, their handsome faces calm but unreadable.
Estrella touched his paw, a tiny part of her worried that Lysander might have forgotten the decades-long friendship he shared with the two. You remember they're on our side, right?
I...remember.
Her brows furrowed. But?
Instead of answering, he spoke of a different topic. Since when have humans known?
Not long after you left. Estrella accepted the change of subject without question. Perhaps it was because she had always been the most quiet and overlooked of all the Moretti children, she had grown adept at reading the undercurrents of a situation. Instead of prying, she had learned to watch and wait, patiently biding her time until she knew it was the optimum moment to speak or act.
And right now, what Lysander clearly needed most from her was to step back. Whatever issues he had with the twins, he intended to be the one to personally resolve it, and that was good enough for her.
Lysander... She waited until his violet gaze found hers before making an attempt to show him her thoughts instead of merely speaking them in her mind. She wanted to see if she could use her own memories and have him see and relive them so that he would understand the events that had transpired and forced Domenico to reveal the truth about their existence.
A vampire-led attack at a detention camp, with Danilo Moretti hoping to turn all the stateless immigrants and have them join his army. It would have been a complete massacre if not for Domenico being nearby and making the split-second decision to come to their rescue, even if it meant exposing the truth about his nature.
At that time, it had just been Domenico and his brothers, but as soon as news of the fight reached the Moretti pack, the rest of his men rushed to join him in battle...along with all other Lyccan packs and Domenico's numerous allies from other races.