Publication date: January 17th, 2015
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult
“How can I fight for you when I don’t know what I’m fighting for?”
When Grace Tate became one of the fallen to protect a vampire, it got her into more trouble than she’d bargained for. She’s angry at Charlotte for hiding the truth, and with Josh living in the city and Seth missing, life is harder than ever.
It’s about to get a lot harder…
Grace doesn’t want to leave Hopetown Valley, but when Josh ignores her calls she decides to go and search for him. She doesn’t expect to run into Seth as well.
When she reaches the city, Grace learns that Charlotte is the most hunted vampire in Wide Island. The city vamps want her blood, and the angels are after her soul. Grace gets caught in the crossfire of a battle she never wanted, but to win one war, she has to fight another.
Torn between the one she gave up everything for, and the one who sacrificed everything for her, Grace has to face Charlotte, and the past, if she wants to fight for her future. But how can she fight for someone who doesn’t want to fight for her?
Every choice Grace makes becomes a battle, and in every battle someone has to die.
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Ryan moved into the bedroom, keeping an eye on all of us. He had a stake ready in his hand.
I raised my eyebrows.
“What?” He shrugged. “Figured I might be able to help.”
The girl vamp turned towards Ryan and licked her lips.
I shook my head. “You’d be dust before you took one step.”
She didn’t listen.
I misted and landed in front of Ryan, taking a stake from my belt and driving it into the vamp’s chest
as she approached. Dust fell to the carpet in a heap.
Ryan looked over my shoulder from behind me. “That won’t be easy to get out.”
“I did warn her.” I sighed.
The guy vamp stuttered and put his hands up, which only made Archer tighten his hold again.
“You want to end up like her?” he asked. The vamp shook his head. “Then talk. Why are you here?
And what happened downstairs?”
I went to the window and grasped the curtain. “We can do this the easy way if you like. But I have
more fun with the hard way.” I moved the curtains slightly and muted sunlight filtered through the
crack in the middle.
“No, please. I’ll tell you,” the vamp said.
Archer pulled him away from the wall and threw him onto the bed. “Talk.”
“We’re just lookouts. Waiting to see if they come back.”
“Who?” I asked, twirling my stake between my fingers.
“You probably don’t know them,” the vamp said.
“You’d be surprised what I know.” I glared at him. “Do I need to convince you some more?” I ran the
point of the stake down his cheek.
“Charlotte. Her name is Charlotte. She has another guy with her I’ve never met before.”
“And why are you watching them?” Archer clenched his fists at his sides.
Good work at being intimidating, I teased him.
You’re the one who ran a stake down his face.
“I don’t know about the guy, but Lucas wants Charlotte,” the vamp said. “Something about her blood.”
“Lucas?” Archer glanced at me over his shoulder.
“Charlotte’s creator,” I said.
Charlotte had told me Lucas was her creator, and he’d seduced her before he turned her. It was all
lies. She’d asked him to turn her, but I didn’t understand why.
“Great, here we go again.” Ryan ran a hand over his face and sighed.
Charlotte had been an angel, and why she wanted to become a vampire was beyond my
comprehension. I understood the fallen and the many reasons why an angel would choose to fall. But
to become a monster … I couldn’t trust that what she’d shown me in the clearing after Seth had been
taken was the truth. When it came to Charlotte, I had no idea what the truth was, or if her name and
the word should be put into a sentence together.
“Didn’t Lucas send that trio of vamps after Charlotte? Wasn’t that why she came to you in the first
place?” Ryan asked.
“I don’t know her true intentions,” I said. “There are a lot of things she held back.”
“That’s because you never gave her a chance to explain.”
“Explain what?” Archer asked. “That she’d lied to us? Whose side are you on, Ryan?”
“I’m guessing you want to be on her side,” the vamp said, pointing to me.
“All I’m saying … we need to focus on the real enemy.” Ryan ignored the vamp, frowning. “Yes,
you’re both angry at Charlotte. I get it. And I’m angry at Josh, too.” I caught a glimpse of him
remembering his time in the forest with Josh. “They’re our friends. We need to set things right. Doing
what we do … we could die any moment.”
“Now you know how I feel,” the vamp said.
“Shut up!” Archer and I said at the same time.
“You’re not going to die, Ryan. I won’t let you. And you didn’t have to come,” I said. “I wanted you at
home, safe. But you insisted.”
“Someone has to look out for you thrill seekers.” Ryan smiled.
Archer laughed and the sound made me smile as well.
“You’re all crazy,” the vamp said.
Archer rocked back and forth on his feet. “You don’t know the half of it.”
About the Author
K. A. Last was born in Subiaco, Western Australia, and moved to Sydney with her parents and older brother when she was eight. Artistic and creative by nature, she studied Graphic Design and graduated with an Advanced Diploma. After marrying her high school sweetheart, she concentrated on her career before settling into family life. Blessed with a vivid imagination, she began writing to let off creative steam, and fell in love with it. K. A. Last is currently studying her Bachelor of Arts at Charles Sturt University, with a major in English, and minors in Children’s Literature, Art History, and Visual Culture. She resides in a peaceful, leafy suburb north of Sydney with her husband, their two children, a rabbit named Twitch, and a guinea pig called Squeak.
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