Eve POV
The good news? I was alive.
The bad news? Lucius was coming.
And judging by the way the whole damn mountain was trembling like it had a personal grudge against me, I'd say he was already close enough to make the rocks nervous.
Apparently, that was what the rumbling meant—Salem said it was the mountain's way of alerting him when someone powerful approached. Like some kind of hellish doorbell. So, yeah, my once adorable black cat—who used to sleep on my face and purr like a baby chainsaw—was now a dragon with a built-in security system. And guess who that system was alerting him to?
Right. Lucius.
My loving, vengeful, probably-still-fuming vampire "beloved."
If the mountain didn't kill me, he might.
I tried to tell myself I had at least a few days before he got here—maybe two, if I was lucky. It depended on how fast he was traveling, or how angry he was, or how much restraint his centuries-old patience still had left. Spoiler: not much.
