hallway with Ian.
“Charity—”
“Cherry. Only Jonathan gets to use my real name.”
“Fine. Apologies.” Ian stepped close enough that I could see flecks of gold in the blue of his irises. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.”
Stunned, I moved back. Ian had no idea how many men had said those exact words to me over the years. “There must be something in my ears. Did I hear you correctly? Are you trying to pick me up at a time like this?”
A slow smile crept across his lips, revealing pearly white fang tips. “Right. I bet you hear that loads of times. What I should have said was I’ve been having these dreams—”
With a snort, I threw my hands up. “Okay. Stop right there. I don’t want to hear about your sick, twisted fantasies.”
Ian opened his mouth, no doubt to deny it, when his cell phone chirped. “Got to take this.” He turned his back to me and spoke low enough so I couldn’t hear him. Not that I planned on eavesdropping. I could care less.
Why should I stand around waiting on him? The family needed evacuating. I threw open the prop room door and the room was…empty?
What the fudge?
No tunnel passage existed in the prop room.
“I bet you’re wondering right about now, where is everyone ?” Ian said from behind me.
I whirled around and slugged him.
CHAPTER FOUR
On a normal day, I would never lose control and hit someone in the face. I wasn’t that kind of girl. I also wouldn’t have enjoyed hitting anyone else. I admit a small swirl of satisfaction curled inside my belly.
“What the bloody hell was that for?” Ian clutched his nose, crimson drops leaking between his fingers. “Crazy strumpet!”
“Where is everyone?” Worry for my family overrode the momentary pleasure.
“They’re safe.” Ian wiped the blood away with a handkerchief, careful not to drip blood. He must have been worried about leaving a trail for Thalia’s men.
Wood cracked, echoing down the hallway. Low, throaty moans followed shortly after.
“Time to go. Before the zombies get us. You know they’re not discriminating in what they eat.” Ian circled my waist with his arm and snugged me next to his body.
“What are you doing?” He held me fast, despite my efforts to loosen his grip.
“Saving us. Hang on tight, luv.” With a mighty tug, Ian launched us upward, toward the ceiling where the upper skylight lay open to the night sky.
A scream lodged in my throat. The door shattered. A boatload of zombies spilled into the room, heading right in the spot where we had stood. Ravenous beasts, they gnawed on the floorboards, eating props where vampires had been standing. Really, quite disgusting.
“Still want me to let go?” Ian asked, landing on the roof. He peered over the edge of the skylight. “Look at them go.”
I growled about to push Ian away when he thrust upward again. Afraid, I latched onto him like a barnacle.
A moment later, the building and the zombies were far below us.
“Holy shit!” I gasped. The rush of high speed air pushed the words back into my throat
He could fly! I gripped Ian’s shoulders and molded my body so close, I could have crawled inside. I buried my face into his shirt so I couldn’t see. Deep masculine laughter rumbled from his chest. My hands were gripped too tight for me to even think about whacking him.
My mouth worked fine, “God damn it! You could have warned me.”
Ian laughed again. “And argue with you all night? Not bloody likely.”
We dropped abruptly. My stomach jumped up over my head. I screamed and squeezed my eyes shut.
“Sorry.” Ian twisted around, changing position. He was on his back and I lie atop him. “Don’t move.”
I stupidly opened my eyes in time to see us flying between two narrow buildings. The walls so close, if I had stuck and arm out, it would have been clipped off.
“Almost there.” Ian shouted.
We flipped again. This time slower and more gradually.
Ian’s almost there turned out
“Charity—”
“Cherry. Only Jonathan gets to use my real name.”
“Fine. Apologies.” Ian stepped close enough that I could see flecks of gold in the blue of his irises. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.”
Stunned, I moved back. Ian had no idea how many men had said those exact words to me over the years. “There must be something in my ears. Did I hear you correctly? Are you trying to pick me up at a time like this?”
A slow smile crept across his lips, revealing pearly white fang tips. “Right. I bet you hear that loads of times. What I should have said was I’ve been having these dreams—”
With a snort, I threw my hands up. “Okay. Stop right there. I don’t want to hear about your sick, twisted fantasies.”
Ian opened his mouth, no doubt to deny it, when his cell phone chirped. “Got to take this.” He turned his back to me and spoke low enough so I couldn’t hear him. Not that I planned on eavesdropping. I could care less.
Why should I stand around waiting on him? The family needed evacuating. I threw open the prop room door and the room was…empty?
What the fudge?
No tunnel passage existed in the prop room.
“I bet you’re wondering right about now, where is everyone ?” Ian said from behind me.
I whirled around and slugged him.
CHAPTER FOUR
On a normal day, I would never lose control and hit someone in the face. I wasn’t that kind of girl. I also wouldn’t have enjoyed hitting anyone else. I admit a small swirl of satisfaction curled inside my belly.
“What the bloody hell was that for?” Ian clutched his nose, crimson drops leaking between his fingers. “Crazy strumpet!”
“Where is everyone?” Worry for my family overrode the momentary pleasure.
“They’re safe.” Ian wiped the blood away with a handkerchief, careful not to drip blood. He must have been worried about leaving a trail for Thalia’s men.
Wood cracked, echoing down the hallway. Low, throaty moans followed shortly after.
“Time to go. Before the zombies get us. You know they’re not discriminating in what they eat.” Ian circled my waist with his arm and snugged me next to his body.
“What are you doing?” He held me fast, despite my efforts to loosen his grip.
“Saving us. Hang on tight, luv.” With a mighty tug, Ian launched us upward, toward the ceiling where the upper skylight lay open to the night sky.
A scream lodged in my throat. The door shattered. A boatload of zombies spilled into the room, heading right in the spot where we had stood. Ravenous beasts, they gnawed on the floorboards, eating props where vampires had been standing. Really, quite disgusting.
“Still want me to let go?” Ian asked, landing on the roof. He peered over the edge of the skylight. “Look at them go.”
I growled about to push Ian away when he thrust upward again. Afraid, I latched onto him like a barnacle.
A moment later, the building and the zombies were far below us.
“Holy shit!” I gasped. The rush of high speed air pushed the words back into my throat
He could fly! I gripped Ian’s shoulders and molded my body so close, I could have crawled inside. I buried my face into his shirt so I couldn’t see. Deep masculine laughter rumbled from his chest. My hands were gripped too tight for me to even think about whacking him.
My mouth worked fine, “God damn it! You could have warned me.”
Ian laughed again. “And argue with you all night? Not bloody likely.”
We dropped abruptly. My stomach jumped up over my head. I screamed and squeezed my eyes shut.
“Sorry.” Ian twisted around, changing position. He was on his back and I lie atop him. “Don’t move.”
I stupidly opened my eyes in time to see us flying between two narrow buildings. The walls so close, if I had stuck and arm out, it would have been clipped off.
“Almost there.” Ian shouted.
We flipped again. This time slower and more gradually.
Ian’s almost there turned out
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