"And now," Vincent said, his voice low and heavy in the quiet car, "it is your turn."
I stared at him, the dashboard lights casting hollow shadows on his face. He looked weary, ancient despite his youthful features. The friendly geometry student was gone; in his place sat a man who had carried the weight of a dead civilization for a century.
"My turn for what?" I whispered, clutching the seatbelt. "Revenge?"
He smiled, a twist of lips devoid of humor. "Revenge was the plan. I spent decades plotting it. But..." He glanced at me, his blue eyes softening into something painfully familiar. "I didn't expect you to find a mate. And certainly not an Alpha from a rival bloodline."
"Liam," I breathed.
"Yes. You really have the worst luck, Gabriella."
"Stop calling me that."
"I can't. It's wh
