“The sun had gone down, so she’d wager whatever was going on had fangs. Frowning, Rowan headed toward the sounds. “Ah, Ms. Summerwaite,” Betchamp said as he caught sight of her. “You have a guest.” “Why do you look panicked about that?” He tried not to smile, which made Rowan more nervous. “Do I need my blade?” Before he could answer, a woman barreled into the hall cooing Betchamp’s name. With one look at the hair and eyes, Rowan knew this was Clive’s mother. Shit. Brigid sti...rred in Rowan’s belly, ready to be called if necessary. But if she had to call on the Goddess, she would be waving a white flag. To a Vampire. And that wasn’t going to happen. This wasn’t just any ordinary Vampire. This was Clive’s mother. Rowan wanted there to be no acrimony between them. Could admit, deep down, that she wanted them to accept her.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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