The French Quarter, New Orleans Present day "She's...near." At his brother's weak and broken words, Murdoch Wroth's eyes narrowed in anger toward the one who'd brought the proud Nikolai so low. Myst the Coveted, a female immortal with a vicious heart. And Nikolai's fated Bride. "How can you tell?" Murdoch asked. "Because I can feel her," Nikolai said. Murdoch adjusted Nikolai's arm, which he'd slung across his shoulders to help his brother walk as they searched. The humans milling all around them merely assumed Nikolai was another drunk. Proud Nikolai. He was ... |
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