The Legacy series was meant to be a werewolf series, and it is…mostly. Damek walked into this world and I knew I’d have to tell his story. This was one vampire who wasn’t about to be ignored.
Legacy, Book 6
Sonia Agostino comes from a family of Keepers, humans charged with helping paranormal creatures in the modern world. Her research into myths and legends has led her to Inhibitions, a nightclub in Chicago. She suspects the reclusive and enigmatic owner could be the one paranormal creature she has never met—a vampire—only he won’t agree to see her.
One look at Sonia, and Damek knows she’s a serious threat to the disciplined routine that keeps his bloodlust in check. She’s also unwittingly led vampire hunters far too close for comfort. But in spite of the dangers and the complications, Damek can’t refuse her.
Sonia finds her loyalties tested, and they’re both faced with choices that will change their lives forever.
The mere word made some laugh in jest, while others cringed in fear. The latter ones were the smarter. Many of his brethren were an undisciplined bunch, treating humans as though they were nothing but game to be hunted and devoured, which was why many of those vampires were dead. It never paid to underestimate the determination of the human race. Having been human once, Damek was always surprised when newly made vampires forgot such a basic lesson in survival.
Damek had lived more than a thousand years precisely because he never forgot what he’d been like as a human—ruthless, determined and dangerous. Those characteristics had only been deepened after his conversion.
“Boss, there’s a woman asking about you.” Byron, his head bouncer stood beside him, his gaze wandering over the crowd. “There, by the far end of the bar. She doesn’t belong here.”
Damek often wondered what the man’s parents had been thinking to name the man beside him George Gordon, after the infamous poet, Lord Byron. Damek had met the poet in England several hundred years ago and spent a glorious weekend in debauchery, lost in women and wine. No, this man was nothing like the poet.
This Byron, who much preferred that nickname to being called George, stood about eight inches over six feet, shaved his head and wore leather pants and a vest, which showcased his impressive physique. He was intimidating, to say the least. That was why Damek had hired him, but not why he’d risen to be Damek’s right hand here at the club. No, Byron was loyal to his core, and Damek valued that trait above all others.
Not that Byron or any other of Damek’s staff knew what he was. No, he wasn’t that trusting or stupid. They all believed him to be a powerful businessman, which he was, but he was simply much more.
He followed Byron’s gaze to the end of the bar. Alison, one of his best bartenders, had her head bent and she was talking to another woman. Byron’s assessment was right on target, as usual, the woman certainly didn’t look as though she belonged here.
His preternatural vision allowed him to see easily in the darkness, cutting through the flashing lights on the dance floor to the woman in question. She had her head turned away as she spoke, so his eyes drifted down her body and he examined her clothing. No high heels or short dress for her. No, she was wearing sensible shoes, pants and a tailored jacket.
Damek’s curiosity was aroused. “Did she say who she was?”
Byron shook his head. “Nope. Just that she was hoping to talk to you.”
He looked back and all his senses tingled. Her hair was caught at her nape in some kind of decorative clip. It was curly and wild and the color of the night. He wondered what it would look like released from captivity.
His body stirred for the first time in a long while. Months, years, he wasn’t sure. Time lost all meaning when one lived as long as he had.
But it was her face that captivated him. It was heart-shaped, with a pert nose and full, inviting lips. Without seeing them up close, he knew her eyes would be gray.
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