Remember Me (Storm Lords Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

fled the Abyss in search of redemption and the women they loved. But their thousand years was nearly up. One of their brothers had found his wife two years ago. He had failed and she’d died and was lost forever. Now Bryce was a hollow shell who fought the darkness every day. Cade shuddered as he considered the same happening to him.
    Would he survive? Would he even want to?
    “Well?” Torr prompted, dragging him from his thoughts.
    “I plan to go to her.”
    “That’s not good enough.”
    Anger flared inside him. He straightened, and his fists balled at his side, grinding his teeth as he thought of an answer. The problem wa s, Torr was right. He had to go see her, somehow make her fall in love with him all over again.
    But what if he failed?
    “You won’t fail,” Torr said as though he had heard the question, but then he might well have. “She fell in love with you before. She’s b een loved by an angel—that will leave a mark on her soul. She will remember.”
    Cade let out a short, bitter laugh. “Loved by an angel? But what am I now? No angel, that’s for sure. A drinker of blood, a demon from the Abyss—and our dark deeds are forever wr itten on our souls. Will she look into my eyes and see what I have done? How can she love what I have become?”
    “She’ll see beyond that.”
    Cade shook his head. “You hope, but do you really believe?”
    Torr ran a hand through his hair then closed his eyes brief ly. “I have to. At least you’ve found her.” The bitterness was clear in his tone, his normally impassive eyes filled with emotion. Cade turned away, not wanting to see his friend’s pain.
    “Anyway,” Torr said, “I’ve taken it out of your hands.”
    Cade swung ar ound at the words. “You’ve what?”
    “Ms. Phoebe Little has been granted an exclusive interview with the CEO of Stormlord Securities—she’s in the building and on her way up now.”
    Like bubbling lava, the rage rose up inside him. A growl vibrated through his bo dy, and a red haze swam before his eyes.
    She was here, in the building. In a few minutes, he would see her. He remembered the feel of her in his arms, the softness of her, the taste of her sweet blood. Heat coiled to life low down in his belly, and adrenal in surged through his system.
    She was his. She would realize that. She had to realize that.
    Torr rose to his feet and came round the desk. Placing his hands on Cade’s shoulders, he stared into his eyes. “Do this, Cade. Prove to us that the last thousand ye ars haven’t been in vain.”
    Cade nodded, his mind already turning on ways to protect her. He had an idea. She was a reporter; she wanted a story, so he would offer her a story. With strings attached. Strings that would tie her firmly to him. At least for th e next five days. After that…
    “And Cade—” As he opened the door, Torr spoke again. “I got her here—you keep her here. Try not to come on too strong or you’ll terrify her.”
    “I’m cool.”
    He was lying—in fact, he was burning up.
    ***
    It was only an interview.
    She’d interviewed hundreds of people in her years as a reporter. She’d interviewed soldiers, dictators, politicians.
    One corrupt businessman should be easy. So why were her palms sweating? And why were her knuckles showing white where they clutched the str aps of her bag? She unpeeled her fingers and took a deep breath.
    Be cool .
    Which was a great idea. In theory.
    Thinking about it, coming here alone might not have been the best plan. She could have brought a photographer along. Why hadn’t she thought of that ? Was it too late? She could go back to the office, pick up a photographer, maybe pop home first and get changed into something more…
    At that moment, the elevator came to a standstill, and the doors slid open.
    She was being an idiot. Just do the interview and get out of there, then she could write the story and forget all about Caden Wolfe. Except she had an idea that wasn’t going to happen easily.