The grand living room of the Lukas estate seemed to grow even colder, the heavy drapes swaying slightly as the draft from the dark hallways crept across the floorboards. The echoing slam of Joveline's bedroom door upstairs had long since faded, leaving Dahmer and Kaelan standing completely alone in the dim, shadowed space. The porcelain tea cups on the low table remained untouched, the steam disappearing into the chilling air.
Dahmer stood perfectly still, his head lowered as his long, pale fingers slowly unclenched from the tight fists he had made in his pockets. The violent vibration in his Enigma biology had settled into a hollow, dangerous thrum. His silver eyes, previously filled with a wild, unhinged fire, were now sharp, calculating, and entirely focused. The protective instinct for his mate was still screaming inside his mind, but the clinical scientist in him was already dismantling the horror they had just been handed.
