Soul of a Demon (The Dark Angel Wars 2)

“Be ready for me.”

A deafening crack of thunder echoed throughout the manor. Lizzy’s eyes flew open and she sat straight up, clutching the sheet her to chest. Gabe stirred next to her, turning over to place a hand on her stomach.

“What’s wrong?” he mumbled, his eyes still closed.

Lizzy trembled, despite the warmth of the room. Touching a hand to her cheek, she felt the remnants of a disturbingly cold touch. As if someone had been stroking her cheek. She shivered again, her gaze searching the room.

“I thought...”

Nothing stirred in the darkest corners of the room. Only the fire popped and crackled. It had been a dream. Nothing more.

“Never mind.”

Planting a kiss on Gabe’s lips, she snuggled back under the sheets and into his arms. Despite the safety she felt in his embrace, she couldn’t help but stare into the darkness of the room as his breathing grew heavier with deep sleep. The storm outside grew stronger. Wind whipped the manor and pelted the roof with rain. Eventually, she fell asleep listening to the rumble of thunder above their heads.

“Soon, my treasure,” a disembodied voice whispered into the dark. “Very soon.”