Dark Surrender (The Dark Ones Saga 3)

His eyes had been empty.

And his touch had felt… wrong. Foreign. Being around the rest of the immortals was uncomfortable enough but being around the demon had been… I couldn’t explain it, but it had felt, different.

And try as much as I wanted, I couldn’t get that stupid vision out of my head, the one where the demons bowed.

Queen.

It was impossible.

I watered plants for a living.

And was orphaned.

Cassius had tried to enter the past again, this time with all of us linked, and all we saw was the same vision again.

It always stopped when Timber commanded the rest of the demons to save the ones still on the brink of death.

Only, just before the dream ended, his eyes locked on mine, and I could have sworn he saw me.

Not in the past.

But as if, in the past, I had existed and he had seen me or seen what was to come.

It was the freakiest thing I’d ever experienced.

And nobody knew what it meant. If Cassius did, he had said nothing. Then again, I knew he wasn’t allowed to reveal possible futures.

If I were Cassius, I wouldn’t sleep at night.

Then again, did archangels with a bit of Dark One in their blood sleep?

A roaring filled the room.

Mason jolted from his spot on the bed and held his hand out to me in a cautious way as if to say don’t move.

His fingers elongated into massive claws.

It was like watching Wolverine transform right in front of me.

I told myself not to jump head first out the window. Normal. That was normal for Mason.

Normal, normal, normal.

The door to the room burst open.

I scurried against the headboard. Trapped. I was trapped. If Timber made it past Mason and Ethan I was going to die and—

Mason put his claws away. “Nice entrance.”

Timber’s clear blue eyes locked on mine before turning black. “Eh, I like to make a scene.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Ethan mumbled. “I take it Cassius handed you your own ass and told you to either get here or die?”

“It was hardly a fair fight,” Timber grumbled. “But I’m here. Besides, it is time.”

“Time?” I found my voice. “Time for what?”

“Please move away from the siren.” Timber commanded as he took slow predatory steps toward me, his fangs elongated over his bottom lip. No wonder Alex’s wound looked like a wild animal had torn into him.