Revelation (The Forever Series Book Three) Read Online Free

him, from all
of this, I head downstairs and outside. It is dark now and I flee to the
gardens I used to love. Half expecting him to follow me I am relieved when he
doesn’t. I am unsure why I am mad with him. Maybe because he waits a thousand
years to tell me I was pregnant with my rapist husband’s baby before I was
mortally wounded and turned into a Vampire, effectively killing my unborn
child, or is it because the life he wanted to offer me before he was a stubborn
fool sounds so appealing, or the life he wanted for us before I was a
stubborn fool? How is it that he kept all of this so close to him that I had no
idea how or what he was feeling until it’s too late? Until I am married to my
weeks-old charge, that I love more than anything. Well maybe not anything, not
anymore. Talk about ripping my marriage apart at the seams. I accepted his
ring, we agreed to the terms and yet it seems that he wins anyway. Dropping
massive bombshells on me that have rocked me to my core. Yes, I am mad at him.
Furious that he could do this. Calling on the trusty pack of cigarettes from
his bedside table and the Scotch from the kitchens I light up and pop, the lid
drawing deep on the cigarette and then Scotch in turn. As my mad starts to
dissipate I realize with dread, that all of this is actually my fault. I was
the one who dredged up the past. He seemed quite happy to leave it alone but I
had to pick at the loose thread until it all unravelled at my feet in a big
pile of shitty worms that should have been left in the can. Okay, so I know I
am mixing my metaphors but I don’t really care about that.
    What do I care about? Let’s see, I start a conversation with
myself. Never a good start to any story. I begin with Devon. He isn’t involved
in any of this, he is safe. A safe subject to think about. My darling boy whom
I love dearly. That thought leads to our company and everything we have built
together. Also a nice, safe, pleasant subject. I pick up the bottle of Scotch
and my wedding rings clink against the glass. That brings Cole to mind. We love
each other so much. So much that he asked me to turn him and I did. And since
then I have caused him nothing but pain. Okay, maybe it hasn’t all been pain
but pick out the highlights and it hasn’t been a funfest for him. I think of my
other husband, Fraser. Seeing him last week so real, his arms around me, his
lips on mine. I choke back a sob and push his memory away. That brings me to my
next topic, The Power. This mysterious She Power that surges through me, making
everything seem so much worse than it really is. Except in this case. This is
just really as bad as it is. And so my thoughts come full circle back to
Constantine Kaius Anasetti D’Arcangelo. My formidable sire who can scare the
crap out of me with just one look. Talking about babies? Fuck me. I really do
think I’ve heard it all now and I start laughing. I think vaguely it is
hysteria setting in. God knows I have enough to be hysterical about. I laugh
myself out of energy and I realize I need to feed. I am hungry and tired and I
can smell AB Neg around here somewhere. Hoping it isn’t coming from the
dungeons I stand to try and find the source.
    Turning I see a large, very attractive, toweringly tall man
hovering on the edge of the hedge.
    He sees me notice him and he says, “I am Ramon. Mr.
D’Arcangelo sent me.” Oh did he now? Of course he did. Always knows exactly
what I want, when I want it. Except maybe in the case of too much information.
“He said to give you whatever you need.”
    Humph, I think rudely. How about the last afternoon back
with none of this mess. “Thank you,” I say politely to him. He comes closer and
he is really good looking. Whatever I need, eh? He is such an arse sometimes. I
motion to Ramon to sit on the bench, which he does. I sit on his lap, fully
aware that not only am I still just in my robe and nothing else but also covered
in nursery dust. He doesn’t seem to mind though as I