Lilian’s POV
The shadows in the room were just beginning to settle, folding back into the corners of the suite like obedient hounds, when the heavy oak door shuddered again.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I froze. My crimson eyes snapped toward the entryway, and the fangs that had just begun to retract dropped back down with a sharp, involuntary hiss.
It couldn’t be Alexander. He wouldn’t knock. It certainly wasn’t Matron Sybil returning to apologize. And if it was a member of the Sovereign Guard, they were about to receive a very lethal, very messy demonstration of why you never corner a Nightwalker.
Closing my eyes, I violently shoved the dark power back down into the void. Seventy beats per minute, I ordered my dormant blood. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. The transition was agonizing, the cold,
