Below is an excerpt from book three. I hope you enjoy reading more about Accacia and the deliciously sexy vampires of Clan Lux.
“Give it to me!” I cannot allow him to drink the blood. I know that if he does then I will not get out of this place alive. Without any regard for my own safety or the consequences of my actions, I let the vial slip from my hand. Devin lunges forward, but it crashes to the floor before he can grasp hold of it. Whether it is the poison in his blood or the fact he’s just fed, his reaction is clumsy, slow. Inebriated, is the word that comes to mind. It is just as well, because if he wasn’t I have no doubt he would have caught the vial before it smashed to smithereens. “What have you done?” he cries as he falls to his knees and presses his fingers into the blood, scooping some up. He tastes it, then spits it out. “It’s ruined. It doesn’t taste right.” He looks up at me and the hatred I see is overwhelming. “You stupid bitch,” he snarls, getting up. I flinch at the ferocity of his anger, but I remain strong. “You don’t need it,” I say, holding his gaze steady. “Don’t tell me what I need!” he screams, the rage contorting his face. “I’m a Dark Knight. I do as I please. If I want to gorge myself on blood, I will. If I want to rip the clothes from your body and take you now, I will. If I want to squeeze the life from that woman, I will.” He raises his hand to my throat, resting it against the pulse in my neck. I feel the wetness of blood against my skin. “I could rip your throat out now with my bare hands and I wouldn’t even blink. You are nothing to me.” I refuse to look away. His hand tightens, but still I look directly at him. Defiant. Devin. It’s me, Red. I’m here. Please snap out of it. This isn’t you.This isn’t the man I love.He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t kill me either. His whole body is shaking with rage, and yet something is stopping him from squeezing tighter. I can feel his hand tremble against my neck with the effort. He leans in close, then roars in my face. The heated sound of his wrath pummels against me. Still I stand defiant. I will not lose him to the darkness. I will be his beacon, and if that means standing here risking my own life, then so be it. “I should kill you,” he says eventually. “So, why don’t you?” Devin reels back in shock. For a moment we just stare at each other. His chest is heaving, but I am strangely calm. He narrows his eyes at me, opens his mouth, then strides over to Ilana and pulls her towards him before ripping her throat out with his teeth. Blood spurts from Ilana’s neck in a wide arc as she falls to the floor in a heap. Sinews of muscle and shredded skin surround a gaping, black hole. Her dead eyes stare blindly upwards, the ghost of her scream still lingering across her face. Devin spits out a mouthful of her flesh before swiping the back of his hand against his face, smearing her blood against his cheek. “Next time it will be you,” he says, then yanks open the door and leaves the apartment. I fall to the floor on my knees as the contents of my stomach splatter across the stone. I heave until there is nothing left. Ilana is dead because of me. I may have disliked her for what she did to Devin, but I didn’t want her dead. Picking myself up from the floor, I make my way to Ilana’s side. Guilt burns my throat as I look into her unseeing eyes. I kneel and close them for her. I am not a religious person, I’d never had any kind of faith. Facts and science were once my religion. Now, my views are different. I have witnessed things that cannot be explained. I stay by Ilana’s side for long minutes and say a silent prayer for her soul, hoping that she’s at peace now. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “Apologies won’t help her now,” a soft voice says from behind me.