chapter 53. Deadly Embrace

KYLE Azazel Mortar was one of the larger vampires I had ever seen in my life. He had long black hair and a neatly shaved beard. His red eyes were darker than Grayson’s or the girl’s had been, boring into my soul, telling me he was a powerful pureblood. I felt stupid. How could I not? All the warning signs had been there just waiting for me to notice them. They couldn’t have been clearer if they were biting me in the ass. Grayson wasn’t Grayson at all—well, it was his body, but it wasn’t him controlling it. It had been Azazel this whole time. Azazel laughed as he stretched his arms and legs. “You have no idea how good it feels to be back in my own body after being stuck inside of that filthy dog for so many months.” He shook his head in disgust. “As much as I enjoyed the power Grayson’s body provided me, nothing beats your own skin.” I bristled, clenching my jaw. “What did you do to him?” I ground out. I was desperately pushing against the mind control that kept me from m