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The Elite – PNR Vampire Romance

INSTINCT

CRAVING

THIRST

OBSESSION

Table of Contents

The Elite – PNR Vampire Romance

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

Preview of OBSESSION

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The Elite – PNR Vampire Romance

Dear Reader,

This series might get a little dark.

It might break your heart.

There’s no guaranteed happiness.

There’s only death.

Hanleigh

THIRST

He wanted just one taste. I knew one would never be enough.

PROLOGUE

There’s no backing out now. You’ve seen too much. You know too much. All the things I wanted to hide from you, all the secrets I kept in a bid to extend your life, even if only for a day.

Even if you begged for me to save you. Even if I wanted to save you, I wouldn’t be able to.

And I’m pretty sure I don’t want to. I want to own you, possess you, maybe even destroy you, but not save you.

I thirst for your blood, almost as much as I crave your body. But I’m no longer the biggest danger in your life. Nowhere close.

CHAPTER ONE

Everette

I’m conflicted. The look of shock on her face mirrors my own perfectly. I told her before that there were secrets she was better off not knowing. At least if she wanted to live just a little longer.

What I hadn’t expected is that the choice would be taken away from me.

I always knew this wasn’t up to her. As much as I might have meant it every time I told her that I wouldn’t kill her today, I always knew that eventually I would. I always knew that eventually I’d take her life.

But it would be my choice.

Not hers. Or anyone else’s. Mine.

Now with her standing in front of me and the Mother, I feel like that choice has been stolen from me. Or maybe it was never mine to begin with.

I want to grab her, pull her over my shoulder and hurl her out of here. I want to take her somewhere, anywhere that she will be safe. Away from my world. Away from the Mother. Away from me.

Sinking back down into my seat, it hits me. She was never safe.

“Will you eat with me?” The Mother repeats. She’s not used to people not answering her, so I’m surprised when I don’t hear impatience in her tone.

“Er. Sure.” Farah crosses the distances from the door to the table, coming to sit opposite me.

We’ve done this before, countless times over the few weeks since I first stole my way into her life. But never with someone else here. And certainly not with the Mother. The one Vampire that I can’t refuse. If she wanted to take Farah from me, I’d have no choice but to relent. Or die fighting for her.

Would I do that? Fight for Farah? I’m not sure I would, even as my hand forms a fist under the table. I’m on edge, ready for a fight that I’m not sure is even coming.

“I’m sure you have questions, Farah.” The Mother’s tone is sweet. My teeth clench at the sound. I can’t decide if she’s actually being kind to a human or if she has some hidden motive. A secret agenda.

Either way, I don’t like this one bit.

“Q-questions?” Farah blinks in surprise.

“I can’t imagine that Everette has told you very much. He’s a stickler for the rules.”

She’s right about that. I’d never tell Farah about our world, not until I know where this is going. If it’s going anywhere. Why end her life prematurely?

“No. He doesn’t like me asking questions.” She’s looking down at her plate, instead of looking at either of us, a nervous blush on her cheeks. I love that blush.

That blush will be the first thing to go when I kill her.

The Mother laughs. She actually laughs as if the idea of Farah dying isn’t haunting. Then again, why would it be? For her, a single, irrelevant human’s life is meaningless. Farah is meaningless. Only a few weeks ago, I’d have agreed with her there. I wouldn’t have hesitated to snap Farah’s dainty little neck if the Mother had asked it of me.

But now…

But now, her life is important somehow. It’s not that I want to keep her. It’s not that I plan on changing her. I still haven’t decided that, but I can’t bring myself to kill her yet. I want to give her the life she has begged