Salem's Fall (Dark Seasons)

by Rektok Ross

“You want to play in the shadows, James? You want to uncover dark truths? Well, you can’t do that without letting some darkness in, yourself.

“I’m afraid I have to make my rounds for a bit, though I’d much rather stay here with you in my arms,” Damien says, voice low. But instead of stepping back, he leans in—lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Don’t dance with anyone else,” he murmurs, almost like a command cloaked as a plea. “Not tonight. You’re mine.”

“Convenient is the last thing you are,” he mocks, his laugh bitter and low. “You’re reckless. Headstrong. The most infuriating woman I’ve ever met.” He takes a step forward, gaze burning into mine. “And yet, no matter what I do—no matter how hard I try—I can’t get you out of my fucking head.”