Love Begins in Hell (The Moon Journals: Part 1) by Ally Thomas Page A
Authors: Ally Thomas
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explain.” Dante knelt beside me in the hammock.
“No, no. You don’t have to. You’re not your father’s son. I can see that. You wouldn’t have helped me otherwise.” I swallowed down the sobs threatening to spill over into my voice. I rested my head on Dante’s shoulder for a long time, trying to regain my composure. My mind raced and I struggled to keep control of the situation before the Wolf intervened.
“After you drank my blood, I could hear some of your thoughts, especially if we were touching,” Dante began. My mind raced as he stroked my hair. I leaned against him with all my might and concentrated on just his words, hoping they would calm me as his actions were. He continued, “I heard you speak of your sister and aunt missing. That came out when we jumped into the river and I grabbed you. But it’s more than that. I knew when I saw the new skulls on my father’s wall and he told me he had kidnapped another werewolf. I knew he was likely hunting your family. I’m so sorry, Elana. Don’t you see? Don’t you see now why we have to get you out of here? What if you or your father is next?”
He wrapped his arms around my legs as he knelt beside me. “I’ll keep you safe. I’ll die for you if it means you can escape. I won’t let him have you, Elana.”
I stared down at Dante as he stroked the outer curve of my calf. A warm golden glow of comfort flowed up from my soul and entered my heart. Already he had been by my side more times than I could expect my father or step-mother to be. My family was gone with the death of my sister and aunt. It was my reality and I knew it. I rubbed my fingers through Dante’s hair for a long time, watching the sun rays catch the reflections in his onyx highlights. He sat curled up at my feet, holding me close amid my knees and legs. He rested his head in my lap as I casually played with his hair. The bluish black lights glimmered and mesmerized me. My heart will never mend if I have to leave him. There must be a way out of this ordeal.
Attempting to change the mood because my legs were falling asleep, I whispered to Dante. “I hate this hammock. Can we find a better place to sit?”
He looked up at me. His mouth quirked with humor. “The hammock is a bad sitting spot, isn’t it?” he chuckled. “I’ll have to tell Orlando about that. Dragons don’t understand pleasantries such as furniture. Let’s go to the beach and sit under the palm trees, okay?”
I returned a weak smile as I let him lead me off the pier. He took my hand in his and I choked back another wave of grief as it hit me. It was like every ounce of despair I had tried to hold back in the recent months surfaced in that one moment. Tears blinded my vision and I was thankful I had Dante there to help me find my way. What if you or your father is next? The impact of his words slammed into my heart. I could be next if this Lucifer demon, this father of Dante’s found me.
Chapter 9
A Proposal
Once we made it to the shoreline, Dante created a place for me that would be more comfortable than the hammock I had been scrunched in. Sitting next to Dante with his large height of 6’2” and weight of probably 180 or 200 muscular pounds didn’t leave much room for me to be in the hammock with him. I did my best to bury my thoughts of wanting her to sit in his lap or, more accurately, straddle his lap because I knew I wanted to escape the reality of the chaos going on through my mind.
I couldn’t help but remember what we had already experienced together. It had been incredible. Dante was incredible, breathtaking. The silkiness of his chest. His gleaming eyes. The divine warmth of his skin. The sheer power of his leopard form. Whether he knew it or not, Dante was indeed a rare sort of demon. But would he become a dragon? Was that possible?
As I watched him begin to carve a sizeable
“No, no. You don’t have to. You’re not your father’s son. I can see that. You wouldn’t have helped me otherwise.” I swallowed down the sobs threatening to spill over into my voice. I rested my head on Dante’s shoulder for a long time, trying to regain my composure. My mind raced and I struggled to keep control of the situation before the Wolf intervened.
“After you drank my blood, I could hear some of your thoughts, especially if we were touching,” Dante began. My mind raced as he stroked my hair. I leaned against him with all my might and concentrated on just his words, hoping they would calm me as his actions were. He continued, “I heard you speak of your sister and aunt missing. That came out when we jumped into the river and I grabbed you. But it’s more than that. I knew when I saw the new skulls on my father’s wall and he told me he had kidnapped another werewolf. I knew he was likely hunting your family. I’m so sorry, Elana. Don’t you see? Don’t you see now why we have to get you out of here? What if you or your father is next?”
He wrapped his arms around my legs as he knelt beside me. “I’ll keep you safe. I’ll die for you if it means you can escape. I won’t let him have you, Elana.”
I stared down at Dante as he stroked the outer curve of my calf. A warm golden glow of comfort flowed up from my soul and entered my heart. Already he had been by my side more times than I could expect my father or step-mother to be. My family was gone with the death of my sister and aunt. It was my reality and I knew it. I rubbed my fingers through Dante’s hair for a long time, watching the sun rays catch the reflections in his onyx highlights. He sat curled up at my feet, holding me close amid my knees and legs. He rested his head in my lap as I casually played with his hair. The bluish black lights glimmered and mesmerized me. My heart will never mend if I have to leave him. There must be a way out of this ordeal.
Attempting to change the mood because my legs were falling asleep, I whispered to Dante. “I hate this hammock. Can we find a better place to sit?”
He looked up at me. His mouth quirked with humor. “The hammock is a bad sitting spot, isn’t it?” he chuckled. “I’ll have to tell Orlando about that. Dragons don’t understand pleasantries such as furniture. Let’s go to the beach and sit under the palm trees, okay?”
I returned a weak smile as I let him lead me off the pier. He took my hand in his and I choked back another wave of grief as it hit me. It was like every ounce of despair I had tried to hold back in the recent months surfaced in that one moment. Tears blinded my vision and I was thankful I had Dante there to help me find my way. What if you or your father is next? The impact of his words slammed into my heart. I could be next if this Lucifer demon, this father of Dante’s found me.
Chapter 9
A Proposal
Once we made it to the shoreline, Dante created a place for me that would be more comfortable than the hammock I had been scrunched in. Sitting next to Dante with his large height of 6’2” and weight of probably 180 or 200 muscular pounds didn’t leave much room for me to be in the hammock with him. I did my best to bury my thoughts of wanting her to sit in his lap or, more accurately, straddle his lap because I knew I wanted to escape the reality of the chaos going on through my mind.
I couldn’t help but remember what we had already experienced together. It had been incredible. Dante was incredible, breathtaking. The silkiness of his chest. His gleaming eyes. The divine warmth of his skin. The sheer power of his leopard form. Whether he knew it or not, Dante was indeed a rare sort of demon. But would he become a dragon? Was that possible?
As I watched him begin to carve a sizeable
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