"Tell me it meant nothing to you. Tell me I mean nothing to you. Look me in the face and tell me, but don't you dare lie to me."

His jaw is rigid as he looks down at me, his eyes stormy and so dark blue that they are nearly black. 

"If you meant nothing then this would be easier," he says. His hands are trembling, fisted in my shift and I press myself against him. "If you meant nothing," he says, his lips just above mine. "Then I would not have to walk away."

***

Ella Crow was going to be the next Alpha of her pack, instead turning out to be an outcast with no supernatural gift.

Christian St Clair is a royal vampire who seems unable to control his hunger for Ella. Everything around her seems to be one mystery after another and it's not a world that a country girl from a woodland pack knows how to travel. 

Is there love to be found on the brink of war?

The Children of the Moon is created by Harriett Nielsen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The Children of the Moon

I can't meet his eyes. It's impossible. He's standing ramrod straight somehow even though he has a crutch under the one arm and his face is still so pale that he can't be nearly healed enough to be out and about.


His hair is straight, brushed so shiny and flat that it looks like a waterfall down his shoulders and I feel as though he's looking at everyone except for me as he comes into our small horrid little space. 


Isabel lets me down to the ground and approaches him first with a clasped fist over her heart. "Good to see you, Centurion," she says. "Are you truly well enough to be here?" 


"I am as well as I need to be to take command," he says, nodding to her. "It seems that without my presence my Cohort has been causing trouble and I will not be having any more of that." 


Chapter 23: The New Centurion