I can even cast my eyes downward, I know what has happened. With his last reserves of energy, he lifted his blade to slice my left femoral artery. I know this even though the mist prevents me from seeing my leg clearly. My leg is drenched and it has only been several seconds since I first felt the sting. I stare down in disbelief and his sinister eyes connect with mine one last time before he keels over onto his left side.
I blink twice, trying to formulate a plan of action in my frantic mind. My energy is rapidly depleting. I glance over at my family in the distance and see my sister and parents racing toward me. My knees hit the wet grass. I’m desperate to retain feeling, any feeling, so I clutch my weapon as tightly as possible, sighing deeply at the sensation of cool steel against my trembling palm. I fall onto my back in the white mist and hope that they will reach me soon so I can see their faces one last time before I die.
Without warning I’m dragged in a blur of motion into the darkness of the surrounding forest. I can hear Sabine frantically crying out for me, agony lacing her sweet voice. She’s petrified and bewildered that she can’t locate me. I stare up into the dark green canopy of trees, confused as to why I’m now far from the house. I see the numerous lanterns glowing brightly, but they are now far off in the distance.
I try to sit up, but hands press against my shoulders. A hypnotic female voice surrounds me in the thick shadows, “Shh … fine warrior. Rest now. Be at ease.”
I look up and struggle to make out what seems to be a radiant woman with flowing, scarlet red hair, leaning over me. She’s upside down in my line of vision but when she gets within a foot of my face I can tell that she is exquisite. Flashing eyes the color of amber watch me closely as she smiles serenely. Her sensual voice floats down to me once again. “Here, take from me. Drink to ease your pain.”
She turns her face out of my line of sight, and when she leans in closely, her full pink lips are glazed red with what looks like blood. I’m repulsed but too weak to move away. Using two pale fingers, she gently works my lips open before swiftly applying her damp wrist.
I gag as the warm fluid drips down into my throat. I try to turn away, but she is holding me fast. The metallic tang is foreign and unpleasant, that is, until it hits my system with the power of a lightning strike. Everything in my body comes surging back from the brink in a violent rush of energy.
The incomparable pleasure washes through me as I groan against her skin in total rapture. My hands fly up to latch onto her delicate wrist, desperate for more. I press it tightly against my mouth and draw deeply from the mysterious beauty.
Her free hand gently strokes my hair, and I marvel at the amplified sensation. I never knew a touch could be so profound.
Her unusual voice reminds me of tiny bells swaying in the wind as she says thoughtfully, “Now, brave warrior, now you will know the unfathomable strength that you have so valiantly earned.”
Chapter Eight
Present Day, 3:50 a.m.
White Point Garden, Tip of the Charleston Peninsula
“R emember to clear your thoughts around him. Think of nothing specific. From my understanding, he can only zone in on one of us at a time anyhow.”
Alina looks over at me and asks, “What if things head South tonight? Do you want us on him as well, or is he all yours, Severin?”
“We’re only here tonight for a discussion. I told him that on the call. In the rare event that they attack, then he’s all mine.”
“Got it.” She glances around the shadowed waterfront park and tries to ease the tension by asking, “Hey, didn’t they used to hang pirates from these oak trees?”
I jut my chin forward, “Ask Ambrose. He saw it done.”
She spins around, places her hands on his chest and looks up, “You did? ”
In an almost bored tone he says, “Yep. Those unlucky fuckers served as a warning for
I blink twice, trying to formulate a plan of action in my frantic mind. My energy is rapidly depleting. I glance over at my family in the distance and see my sister and parents racing toward me. My knees hit the wet grass. I’m desperate to retain feeling, any feeling, so I clutch my weapon as tightly as possible, sighing deeply at the sensation of cool steel against my trembling palm. I fall onto my back in the white mist and hope that they will reach me soon so I can see their faces one last time before I die.
Without warning I’m dragged in a blur of motion into the darkness of the surrounding forest. I can hear Sabine frantically crying out for me, agony lacing her sweet voice. She’s petrified and bewildered that she can’t locate me. I stare up into the dark green canopy of trees, confused as to why I’m now far from the house. I see the numerous lanterns glowing brightly, but they are now far off in the distance.
I try to sit up, but hands press against my shoulders. A hypnotic female voice surrounds me in the thick shadows, “Shh … fine warrior. Rest now. Be at ease.”
I look up and struggle to make out what seems to be a radiant woman with flowing, scarlet red hair, leaning over me. She’s upside down in my line of vision but when she gets within a foot of my face I can tell that she is exquisite. Flashing eyes the color of amber watch me closely as she smiles serenely. Her sensual voice floats down to me once again. “Here, take from me. Drink to ease your pain.”
She turns her face out of my line of sight, and when she leans in closely, her full pink lips are glazed red with what looks like blood. I’m repulsed but too weak to move away. Using two pale fingers, she gently works my lips open before swiftly applying her damp wrist.
I gag as the warm fluid drips down into my throat. I try to turn away, but she is holding me fast. The metallic tang is foreign and unpleasant, that is, until it hits my system with the power of a lightning strike. Everything in my body comes surging back from the brink in a violent rush of energy.
The incomparable pleasure washes through me as I groan against her skin in total rapture. My hands fly up to latch onto her delicate wrist, desperate for more. I press it tightly against my mouth and draw deeply from the mysterious beauty.
Her free hand gently strokes my hair, and I marvel at the amplified sensation. I never knew a touch could be so profound.
Her unusual voice reminds me of tiny bells swaying in the wind as she says thoughtfully, “Now, brave warrior, now you will know the unfathomable strength that you have so valiantly earned.”
Chapter Eight
Present Day, 3:50 a.m.
White Point Garden, Tip of the Charleston Peninsula
“R emember to clear your thoughts around him. Think of nothing specific. From my understanding, he can only zone in on one of us at a time anyhow.”
Alina looks over at me and asks, “What if things head South tonight? Do you want us on him as well, or is he all yours, Severin?”
“We’re only here tonight for a discussion. I told him that on the call. In the rare event that they attack, then he’s all mine.”
“Got it.” She glances around the shadowed waterfront park and tries to ease the tension by asking, “Hey, didn’t they used to hang pirates from these oak trees?”
I jut my chin forward, “Ask Ambrose. He saw it done.”
She spins around, places her hands on his chest and looks up, “You did? ”
In an almost bored tone he says, “Yep. Those unlucky fuckers served as a warning for
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