Chapter Twenty-Five R.I.P.Demetria sat on the edge of Carson’s bed. This was not her bed. This was not her room, not her home. This place was a waystation of death to her now. She’d fled here when Micha died and ran straight into the arms of his psychotic ex-best friend. She allowed Carson to possess her in hopes that both her son and she would be protected should the vampire try to murder them too.
Instead of granting that protection, Carson slaughtered her son; sentencing carried out without a trial. Guilt considered proven to only one. Demetria relived the last moment she’d seen Micha alive. He’d kissed her on the hair and told her he’d be back soon with their son. But he’d never returned and her last moments with her son had been clouded under an argument. Carson had taken all that wa
