Dark Surrender (The Dark Ones Saga 3)

That I never truly knew who sired me.

Only that I was the most powerful siren in existence.

Being brought down by a lame-ass bite.

Why?

And how?

I groaned again when her hand moved to my right cheek, her fingers dancing across my skin. “You’re burning up.”

“Always hot.” I tried to smile. It hurt. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

Mason grunted.

“Ah, Wolf, you know it’s true.”

“I know that you’re a self-absorbed pain in my ass who thinks I have a Little Red Riding Hood fantasy.”

“And cookies.” I added just to piss him off. “She brings you cookies in bed.”

Hope snorted.

“It’s not funny,” Mason grumbled.

“Oh, right. There,” I teased. “Shove that cookie in right—”

“One day I shall kill you,” Mason said in a cheerful voice.

“This bite may beat you to it.” I tried to get more comfortable, tried and failed. Already I was burning up with a fever.

“Alex?” Hope said my name, or at least I think she did. “Alex?”

I opened my mouth.

Nothing came out.

A painful black mist overtook me, and all I saw was darkness.

Hope

“HE DOESN’T LOOK good.” I gripped his hand like a lifeline. His gorgeous face was pale, even his lips lacked color; and the thing about Alex? His lips were always plump, colorful, juicy, just tempting anyone who had two working eyes to take a bite.

I shivered.

Mason shifted his weight on the other side of Alex then reached for his shirt and tore it off.

The smell of ash filled the room.

“It’s festering.” Mason sighed just as Ethan walked back in with Genesis. It had been hours since Cassius had left us. “It shouldn’t fester, demon bites never linger like this unless the host has untapped power.” He

frowned harder. “This is not good.”

Hours and still no Timber.

Just seeing that man or demon again gave me the chills.

And not the good kind.