Redemption: My Vampire Lover Part #2 (A Dark Realm Novella Series) Read Online Free PDF Page A

are in the Dark realm, in the city of Asmodian. Lord Asmodeus
is the ruler here. He kidnapped you, and he’ll put you in the games
where you will be hunted and killed, preferably by him or one of
his brothers. He has a wall of trophies in his study featuring many
of your species.”
    “What?” I screamed. My younger brother. My
aunt. My blood instantly went cold.
    “Shhh. Someone will hear you.” He clamped his
hand over my mouth. We fell onto the bed in each other’s arms. He
shifted his weight, and I ended up on top of him. I could see the
knives out of the corner of my vision. It wouldn’t be difficult
to kill him from this vantage point. Did silver affect vampires the
way it did werewolves?
    “If you want to use those knives, I suggest
you go for my heart. But it won’t do any good. In a place like
this, I lost my heart long ago. You can’t kill me. I was born as a
vampire, a pure blood. I can’t die.”
    How far could I get if I tried to kill
this vampire? Was a vampire the same as a demon? I had heard only
the vampires born were beyond death. Was that what he was? I
couldn’t stand the thought of killing him, even if it didn’t
work. My heart and soul raged at me. Maybe he could be an
ally instead.
    “Do you promise to help me escape?” I asked
the question with as much innocent I could muster for a princess, a
princess of a Werewolf King surely going mad. My world was turning
into one of kill or be killed. Should I kill this vampire and be
done with it? Could I kill him despite his proclamations against
the latter?
    His hands continued to rest on my now exposed
thighs. I felt his fingertips delicately massaging the curve of my
buttocks. It sent shivers of delight up my spine.
    “I will help you, Caroline,” he whispered. “I
must.”
    “What will they do to us if we are
caught?”
    “Don’t worry about me. I can handle it, but
you. I’d rather not think about what they’d do to you before they
kill you.” His voice drifted off, and his brilliant blue eyes
glazed over. He turned his attention to the disarrayed shirt of his
I was wearing and gently smoothed it back into place. I marveled at
how warm his touch was, how satisfying and soothing. The Wolf
flashed a startlingly realization into my mind’s eye. Despite
his inward struggles, it was obvious that this man’s allegiance was
to a greater good, not the evil permeating in the Dark realm. It
was clear to see that he was above that. Raphael was a good man, a
vampire warrior I had only read about in my aunt’s books, the
existence of which was rarely heard of anymore.
    As Raphael’s hands paused on my shoulders, I
asked, “Could you help me find some clothes I can travel in,
please?”
    “Of course. I apologize. You can’t travel in
just this shirt, now can you? I have to say blue suits you well.”
He chuckled. Whisking me off the bed, he headed for the closet,
never once letting go of my hand. “Do as I say. Follow my lead and
you’ll be home before you know it. Agreed, Caroline?”
    “Agreed.” Hearing his congenial, yet
authoritative tone, I gritted my teeth.
    ***
    Raphael led me through a secret door in the
closet of his bedroom I was surprised I had not found. We followed
a long staircase down along a cave made of red stone that was hot
to the touch. I felt clumsy and awkward wearing his oversized
clothes, which consisted of a dark green jacket, a black
long-sleeve shirt I tied into a knot at my waist, matching jeans
and boots, and a knit cap he requested I stuff my hair under. As
the delight of smelling his masculine scent on the articles of
clothing washed over me, I tried my best to focus on the steps and
stay close behind him so I wouldn’t fall against the wall. Once the
staircase ended, we stood before a four-foot steel door that didn’t
seem to have a doorknob.
    “How are we going to get through that?” I
asked, motioning to him that both of us were taller than four
feet.
    For some reason, he found my question
amusing.