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Yet at midnight he stood staring with unbroken focus at the front of a familiar door.
The sheer nerve of the Arcadian to seek refuge at Morticia’s.
She didn’t deserve the safety of what the vampire offered. A haven to all. Vampire, Lycan, Arcadian and even the occasional human. The only thing this Arcadian deserved was to feel his claws take her heart.
The memory of Talia’s scream in the woods. Her shaking hands covered in blood as she had started at him in horror.
He had promised himself that if fate ever gave him the chance to repay the traitorous witch. He would take his slow, sweet time.
Frustrated, he growled and stared at the closed door. Morticia was one of the select few vampires he trusted. Breaking the rules he helped put in place would bring some trouble between them.
But as long as Marnie stayed untouchable inside, he would have no answers to the danger that Talia was truly in.
As he climbed the front stairs of the five-story stone Victorian mansion, Hyde's heart pumped with anticipation as he pushed the door open.
He moved across the mosaic floor with purpose, barely sparing a glance for the Were-Tiger, who bristled with energy as Hyde passed.
“Alpha”, the tiger's voice was full of questioning warning as Hyde headed for the spiraling staircase. “Only guests are allowed on the upper level. “
“Try to stop me Cassius” taking the stairs two at a time, Hyde didn't even bother to look back. The Were-Tiger was strong. But he was also smart. He would consult with his mistress first. Giving Hyde the precious moments alone he needed with Marnie. At just the thought, he couldn’t help the anticipation that twisted his lips into a humourless smile. Oh, he hoped she would fight him.
Making his way up the stairs, he let the pull of his prey guide his steps. Past bedrooms and bathrooms till he stopped outside of the door. Taking a deep breath, he savoured the scent. Clenching and unclenching his fist, he stared at the door.
Rage, hot and crimson burning through him as his beast demanded satisfaction. A rage that wanted to spill out on a bloody rampage. Of broken doors and bloody bodies.
As he breathed in the familiar scent of Arcadian, he fought back the primal and dark urge. Wrapping it under layers of tight self-control. What he needed now was cold and deliberate determination.
There was no way he was going to leave without answers.
Growling softly to himself, he forced himself to push the door open. Looking up from where she was sitting, book in hand, Marnies face drained of colour.
“Hyde” the word itself was a breath of fear.
Hyde pulled the door gently closed behind him as he stepped into the room.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
