“Claire, if there’s something I could do for you…”

Jonas’s lips trailed down my neck, his tongue circling on my smooth skin while we were both lying on the soft wide bed in his elegant room, fancier than Edison’s back in the Tyrell.

There is no doubt that the vampires are hiding more treasure in this place than in any other country or Pack on this continent. That's why all the werewolves are threatened by their kind.

Exhausted and drained by grief and anger last night, I cannot remember some things when Jonas brought me to his Palace. I even can’t remember what road we took to get here and...