Chapter 15 Ren placed his hand over Lacey's eyes and held her tight when her anguished scream echoed throughout the room. How dare that insensitive bastard do that right in front of her? “Interesting,” David mimicked Storm and looked down at the pair of Fallen. “It seems there is someone Vincent truly hates after all.” “Enough!” Storm thundered, his anger making the very air in front of him warp like a translucent wave. “I grow tired of this game.” Time inside the room began to creep forward at a slower pace making movement seem exaggerated. The wavering distortion in front of Storm began to travel faster, reversing back on itself. Turning his dangerous rage in Vincent's direction, Storm focused the rip in time across the room to encase his dead friend. Vincent’s body lifted and moved back, his eyes opening once again to lock gazes with the Fallen before time rewound faster and he rejoined the silence of death… undoing his suicide and the memory of seeing the Fallen that
Chapter 16 Earlier that same night, Zachary leaned back against a tree that was just as dead as the graveyard around him. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans watching Craven continue Tiara’s necromancer training. It was still hard for him to deal with all of the sensual touching involved in the training but the fact that Uncle Craven was still alive meant he’d only mentally killed the bastard a dozen times instead of doing it for real. Though he had to admit the only reason the demon hadn't gone up in flames yet was because Tiara would never forgive him for it. He gazed past them spotting the rest of the crew among the crypts and headstones. It was good to see the team alert and already in full swing. They seemed to have a lot of energy tonight and from the looks of things, they were going to need it. The unanimous decision when they’d first shown up here for their midnight shift had been to clear out everything that didn’t belong… and to do it before dawn. Zacha
Chapter 17 Jason looked out over the graveyard and sighed heavily, “Wraiths at nine o’clock.” “Can’t you tell time?” Guy growled scurrying to stand near the man with the wraith killing dagger. “Try adding three, six, and twelve o’clock. We’re surrounded by them you idiot.” Jason’s eyes nearly bugged out when he noticed the darkness among the trees beginning to move. He jerked the dagger out of its sheath knowing it wasn’t going to help them. He yelped when Shadow suddenly put her arms around his waist and jerked him backwards… completely out of the cemetery and reality as he knew it. “You could have at least left me the damn dagger you chicken,” Guy yelled then ducked when several wraiths flew directly at him. He frowned when the dangerous things passed by his head without attacking and kept going… not that he was complaining. They’d come close enough to make his hair blow in the damn breeze they caused. Since it had worked out so well with the first wave, Guy decided to
Death Wish Blood Bound Series Book 12 Amy Blankenship, RK Melton Copyright © 2013 Amy Blankenship Second Edition Published by Amy Blankenship All rights reserved.Chapter 1 Ren glanced down at the girl in his arms as he made his way through Gypsy's underground living room and past the beaded curtains that surrounded her bedroom. The main thing that drew his gaze was the thin layer of dirt she’d smudged all over her face like makeup to cover up the fact that she had a smooth unblemished complexion. Unable to stop himself, Ren let his gaze slowly drift back to her perfect lips and then up to the fan of her long dark lashes where they brushed against her cheeks. It would take more than dirt and baggy clothes to hide her softness and beauty from him. He could feel the thick cloth that she had wrapped so tightly around her chest and it annoyed him. It was no wonder she’d passed out like that upstairs… he doubted she could even breathe properly with those b
Chapter 2 “He sent you to steal things?” Gypsy's voice rose in bewilderment. “I can’t believe Grandpa would encourage you to do something so dangerous.” “How do you think he got into this business in the first place?” Lacey asked with a slight smile. “I’ve only heard rumors,” Gypsy whispered more than a little amazed by the confession. Some of the highest ranking people at the underground auctions had been throwing her hints for the last couple years. She’d just nodded politely at them and smiled, then bleached the rumors from her mind not wanting to think too hard on them. She sighed as she admitted, “I just shrugged it all off thinking they were picking on me because we often got a hold of things the others wanted very badly.” “They had every right to be jealous. Grandpa was a notorious cat burglar in his prime and he was able to get his hands on a lot of valuable items during those years,” Lacey confirmed with pride in her voice. “His specialty was supernatural ite
Chapter 3 Lacey sighed when the hot water sprayed over her body and relished the feeling of finally being completely free of the bindings that she’d had wrapped around her breasts to make herself look like a teenage boy. She had a good notion to burn the stolen clothes she’d been wearing. She grabbed the scrubby from where it was hanging on the tub faucet and turned the heat up a little more. For her, relaxing was a luxury she’d been unable to partake of since running away from Vincent and the horde of demons that were after her. Vincent… even the name called up feelings of guilt and she frowned sadly. She’d met him a couple days after she’d gotten a layout of the huge museum Grandpa had sent her to. It just so happened that they had both been sent by different people to steal the same artifact. Her lips twitched at the funny memory… the look on Vincent’s handsome face when he’d caught her breaking into the same secret room he was there to break into. If they had tried to f
Chapter 4 Lacey finished getting dressed, avoiding the mirror as much as possible as she silently ranted to herself. Why the hell did that guy insist on coming to her rescue… she was just fine thank you very much. Sure, she’d had her moments of being scared out of her wits but nothing she couldn’t handle. Her irritation drained out of her knowing now that the demons had found her she wouldn’t be alive long enough to get even with him. She closed the trunk and shoved it in the corner before skirting the wall so she could stay out of the mirror’s reflection on her way toward the door. Ren’s smile became downright wicked when the doorknob began to turn and he teleported directly in front of the bathroom door. He didn’t let her take more than one step before quickly reaching out and palming her forehead, simultaneously cradling the back of her head with his other hand to keep her still. Tilting her head up, he leaned forward and locked his mercury gaze with hers. Lacey parte
Chapter 5 “I was so worried about you,” Lacey murmured into Vincent’s shirt trying unsuccessfully to hold back the grateful tears from seeing him in one piece. The nightmares she’d had of him being buried alive somewhere or worse lost their power over her as she clung to him… her friend that had died so many times. Her heart had stopped that night and the memory still had the power to make her shudder. She balled the material of his shirt up in her fist, “Masters… that damn bastard’s hand went all of the way through you. How did you get away?” Hearing the slight tremor in her voice, Vincent dismissed the enraged man behind her and gave up his antagonizing hug so that he could palm her upper arms. He gently pushed her back and gazed down at her wet cheeks. Damn it… he’d told her to never worry about him… much less cry. He hardened his voice, “You’re forgetting love… I enjoy it. All of it. Dying is nothing more than a game to me.” Her stupid tears had the power to hurt him wo