It happened so fast, it was little more than a blur to Amelia.
One minute she was standing beside Stefan, and the next she was flat on her back with the damned demon perched on top of her.
She flinched as the sound of a gun firing echoed painfully through the small room, the bullets flying harmlessly overhead, striking the cement wall and filling the air with the bitter scent of gunpowder.
The shooting came to a halt and Amelia heard the slam of the door as Calisto beat a hasty retreat.
They lay motionless; the rapid beat of their hearts the only sound to break the heavy silence.
Slowly the stench of gunpowder was replaced by Stefan’s rich musk that seemed to seep into Amelia’s skin, branding her with an awareness that was as unwelcome as the realisation of just how perfect his heavy
