Hi everyone!
I'm tweaking the chapter a little more and adding a couple more scenes to make it longer (for you!), so while waiting for the chapter to be up on the website -hopefully by this Sunday- here's a sneak peek at our trio once again.
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When
Mallory finally got back to her temporary lodging that evening, she was not
surprised to see Jamie leaning against her door waiting for her.
“I
have not been able to catch you at all the whole day,” he said in a flat tone.
Unsure
if he was accusing her or simply being matter-of-fact, Mallory shrugged. “I’ve
been busy Jamie.”
The
Risen did not appreciate that the human felt it her right to ignore or
challenge him. She belonged to him and if it took drawing her blood to make her
understand that, then so be it.
Closing
the gap between them, he pressed his knuckles gently on her cheekbones.
“You
should stop resisting me Mallory,” he whispered in her ears, his teeth scraping
her earlobe as a warning. Her body stiffened in shock at the contact. “I could
give you so much pleasure… if only you’d stop denying me.”
Soft
lips were slowly kissing down the column of her neck.
It
would only take one bite…
“Jamie…
please…” Hands pressed against his chest, Mallory tried to push him away but he
was too strong; overpowering her body and mind.
Incisors
lengthening so precariously close to the tender flesh…
A
blur of darkness caught Jamie’s attention and he retracted his fangs and spun
Mallory behind him so quickly that she almost fell.
“Get
indoors and stay there!” he instructed, using a blast of power on her mind to
ensure she’d comply immediately.
With
Mallory behind closed doors, Jamie began to scan the forested area in front of
him. He didn’t sense anybody but that never meant no one was watching.
Then
out of the shadows, a blur of white jumped at him so fast that Jamie was unable
to block the attack, gaining a deep gash in his abdomen. Although the gash was
aimed to maim and not kill, it was still deep enough that Jamie had to clench
his hands over the wound to stop him from bleeding out.
“Fuck!”
When it came to healing, Jamie had no inert abilities. Though Risen wounds heal
faster than humans, it would not be fast enough for him to recover to launch a
physical counterattack.
Hidden
in the darkness provided by the trees, Clay remained low and at a distance safe
enough to prevent the Risen from using his abilities to render him defenceless.
He continued watching as the Risen – whom Mallory had addressed as Jamie – kept
searching for his attacker in vain until he could no longer stay in the open
and retreated to heal his wounds.
Satisfied
that Mallory was no longer in immediate danger of being marked by a Risen, Clay
decided to return to his temporary accommodations to get ready for his date
with Mallory that night. He wasn’t intending on allowing her to stay in that
wretched hell-hole aside the Risen so he was going to do all he could to make
her stay in his – even if that meant seducing and pampering her all night…
With
his mind occupied with thoughts of Mallory, Clay almost missed the scent of
another Light Walker in his midst.
Retreating
back into the shadows, Clay kept his eyes on the lone brown wolf padding her
way through the foliage.
Clay
was sure that he hadn’t betrayed his scent ever since stepping foot in Europe
but when a Light Walker scout was out hunting, there would be no mistaking the wolf
prints and marks he had left behind.
And
while the tracker was tracking his tracks, Clay knew he would soon have to
follow the tracks that the wolf left behind in an attempt to understand who was
following him and why.
But
first he needed to get dressed for his date.
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