Kris's normally iced features clouded, his violet eyes going green as he thought.
Kris's features clouded, and Gabriel suspected it was because Kris had been with his current lover, Jade, for hundreds of years.
Andre was dressed in cashmere and wool, his hair kept short and neat, his loafers more expensive than Kris's conference room had cost to build.
Next to Kris's whiskey Andre kept at the wet bar was Tamer's favorite vodka, Kiki's rice wine, and Erik's diet soda.
She'd fallen asleep in Kris's library after half a bottle of whiskey and awoken in her own bed with a throbbing headache and dry mouth.
His presence and words were as soothing as Kris's were not.
One of Kris's warriors.
With some satisfaction, Rhyn wondered if another of Kris's men had gotten as fed up with Kris as he had.
His reflexes were like Kris's, too fast to follow.
Kris's not stupid enough to send you here.
If you're Kris's, pain like you've never known.
Kris's pets can go anywhere but Hell.
He'd claimed her, whether in a fit of jealous fury after hearing Kris's name or for some other purpose.
He didn't have Kris's noble look or Andre's delicate features.
She was the first Ancient's mate born and should've been Kris's mate, if she hadn't first promised herself to the Dark One.
The woman, Lilith, was pregnant with Kris's heir.
Tamer emerged from Kris's chamber into the hallway first, armed with a scythe and a bo, while Erik followed with a long sword.
He ascended two floors to the hallway where Kris's supplies had been stocked. He recalled how hard it could be taking care of a helpless creature like Katie or Toby. He strode to the chamber that had served as a department store full of clothing to Kris's Immortals. Not surprised to find the chamber ransacked, he sifted through the remaining clothing on the floor. He guessed Toby's size and stuffed a bag with a few items before going to the food supplies.
She recalled how a demon in Kris's castle had taken on Ully's appearance, down to his goofy grin.
A tingle of alarm went through Rhyn, but his head was too heavy for him to process it. Instead, he focused hard on containing the power within him. When he felt he wouldn't explode, he looked around. Darkyn had claimed Kris's library and stood near a pane of windows overlooking the snowy Alps.
She was a risk for revealing the Immortal society to the human world or alerting the demons as to where Kris's strongholds were.
Kris's memories stirred stronger than he liked. He remembered Lilith, a beautiful Immortal whose laugh had filled him with happiness. Their love had been intense and brief, lasting less than a human year in total. One day, she was just … gone. Slaughtered by Rhyn, who had taken her head the same way his brothers took the head of Rhyn's demoness mother.
The entire fortress was empty. Rhyn ducked his head into a salon the size of half Kris's castle. He and Gabe had reached the gleaming marble palace at the center of the underworld just after dawn only to find it unguarded and missing its key occupant.
Kris's confident response rankled Rhyn. He leaned his back against a tree and faced his eldest surviving brother. "I promised Kiki I'd tell you something," he started.
Kris's sigh of aggravation came out as a hiss.
For the first time, Rhyn heard a note of uneasiness replace the self-assuredness in Kris's voice.
Rhyn turned, surprised. He'd forgotten Kris's presence. The Council leader stepped forward.
Rhyn saw the resolution on Kris's face. "I swear it," Rhyn said.
His words made Rhyn's throat tighten. He'd never acted in order to gain his brothers' favor, but Kris's words affected him more than he thought they would. There was a flash of light and Kris was gone. Gabe jerked, as if surprised to find himself still standing.
He looked at it hard, not sure what to think about holding Kris's soul in his palm.