Lair Of The Damned

Lisa. My hand rested on my belly as I leaned back against the cold wall of the cell. The irony. The same day I got the best news of my life, it got ripped to shreds by these vile beasts who took me captive. I knew without a doubt I’d be dead by now if it weren’t for the fact that they needed me to lure in Azalea. God. I prayed she wouldn’t fall for their bait. As much as I wanted more than anything to live long enough to give birth to this child, to hold him or her inside my arms—to cherish each moment with my husband as we expanded our family, I knew it was more important that they didn’t get their disgusting hands on Azzy. The word we knew would come to an end if they found her. Dante knew the risks, but he wasn’t aware of the snippets of conversation I’d been privy to since I’d been dumped in this empty cell. The vamp king wanted a mate. Not just any mate, a hybrid, like him. Turned out the vile piece of trash had been so busy he managed to hide this fact from us. He was no longer j