Possessed (Book One of the Hollow City Coven Series): A Witch and Warlock Romance Novel by Hazel Hunter Page B
Authors: Hazel Hunter
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that. Something deep inside her called to Shayne. She even thought she felt something in him calling back. She didn’t know what to make of it. Perhaps it would be over when they found the remnants of Tenebris. Perhaps it would only last for a short time.
She realized that whatever it was, though, she needed to give it a chance.
Somewhere in the darkness, there was a dim shriek. She had once heard that foxes made sounds like the screaming of women or children. She couldn’t tell if it was a person or an animal. She kept her eyes on the fire in front of her.
I’m safe. I’m safe. He won’t let anything happen to me.
She pulled her thoughts away from the darkness. Instead she thought of the kiss she had shared with Shayne. She thought of how warm his lips had been on hers. She thought of how his body had felt snugged up against hers. She thought of how she could feel that spark of desire leap between them.
There was a rustle in the forest. An owl called out, its hollow hooting answered by another owl in a different direction. If she got out of the woods, she would never, ever leave the city again.
She closed her eyes, thinking of Shayne. Her hands were fisted on her lap, her back straight. He was handsome enough, but when he smiled, when he was relaxed and teasing, he was so much more. When she saw desire overtake him, when his whole body was tense with the hint of arousal, and when his eyes were dark with it, he was beautiful. Every part of him called to her hands. She imagined how she would touch him if she could, what parts she would trace with her lips.
The rattling in the woods was getting closer.
He’ll keep me safe. He won’t let any harm come to me. I trust him.
Every nerve in her body was tensed to flee. She knew it would be suicide to run into the woods with no idea where she was going. If the Templars didn’t find her, she would find the river or one of the many predators that she imagined hunted in the dark.
She thought of Shayne. She thought of his eyes, his hands, his smile. She thought of his oath to protect her. There was no denying what was between them. Even if she was a mission. Even if he didn’t understand why she needed to prove herself. Even if she needed to drag him halfway across the world so that he could finally see.
Gillian concentrated so hard on conjuring his image that she was unsurprised to see his form appear beyond the fire. She started to smile, relieved, but then she looked closer.
This man was smaller than Shayne. In the light of the flickering flame, his clothes were the murky, muddy color of camouflage gear. He stepped closer.
Shayne would never have looked at her with such hate in his eyes.
“Your man’s dead, and now you’re coming with us.”
A fearful cry rose up in Gillian’s throat, but she didn’t panic. This was no dark forest. This was a threat she had been dealing with since she was a young woman. She let the man come towards her, sitting frozen as if she were terrified. When he neared, his hand reaching for her, she grabbed his arm. She used it to pull herself up while yanking down as hard as she could. When she was up and he was bent over cursing, she gave him as hard a shove as she could manage. It would have sent a less coordinated man stumbling right into the fire. But the Templar was more skilled. He twisted hard, pulling away from her and jerking himself upright all at once.
Gillian spun to run away, but an iron-hard grip latched over her hand, crunching the fingers painfully. With a hard wrench, she slipped her hand out of her glove and pulled away.
For a moment, he was left holding her leather glove, staring at it in shock. She managed to get a few steps away. Then he roared with fury and came after her again. This time, he caught her more securely by her arm, turning her in a wide circle so she came chest to chest with him. In the unsteady light of the fire, she couldn’t make out any of his features. He was just an enormous, terrifying
She realized that whatever it was, though, she needed to give it a chance.
Somewhere in the darkness, there was a dim shriek. She had once heard that foxes made sounds like the screaming of women or children. She couldn’t tell if it was a person or an animal. She kept her eyes on the fire in front of her.
I’m safe. I’m safe. He won’t let anything happen to me.
She pulled her thoughts away from the darkness. Instead she thought of the kiss she had shared with Shayne. She thought of how warm his lips had been on hers. She thought of how his body had felt snugged up against hers. She thought of how she could feel that spark of desire leap between them.
There was a rustle in the forest. An owl called out, its hollow hooting answered by another owl in a different direction. If she got out of the woods, she would never, ever leave the city again.
She closed her eyes, thinking of Shayne. Her hands were fisted on her lap, her back straight. He was handsome enough, but when he smiled, when he was relaxed and teasing, he was so much more. When she saw desire overtake him, when his whole body was tense with the hint of arousal, and when his eyes were dark with it, he was beautiful. Every part of him called to her hands. She imagined how she would touch him if she could, what parts she would trace with her lips.
The rattling in the woods was getting closer.
He’ll keep me safe. He won’t let any harm come to me. I trust him.
Every nerve in her body was tensed to flee. She knew it would be suicide to run into the woods with no idea where she was going. If the Templars didn’t find her, she would find the river or one of the many predators that she imagined hunted in the dark.
She thought of Shayne. She thought of his eyes, his hands, his smile. She thought of his oath to protect her. There was no denying what was between them. Even if she was a mission. Even if he didn’t understand why she needed to prove herself. Even if she needed to drag him halfway across the world so that he could finally see.
Gillian concentrated so hard on conjuring his image that she was unsurprised to see his form appear beyond the fire. She started to smile, relieved, but then she looked closer.
This man was smaller than Shayne. In the light of the flickering flame, his clothes were the murky, muddy color of camouflage gear. He stepped closer.
Shayne would never have looked at her with such hate in his eyes.
“Your man’s dead, and now you’re coming with us.”
A fearful cry rose up in Gillian’s throat, but she didn’t panic. This was no dark forest. This was a threat she had been dealing with since she was a young woman. She let the man come towards her, sitting frozen as if she were terrified. When he neared, his hand reaching for her, she grabbed his arm. She used it to pull herself up while yanking down as hard as she could. When she was up and he was bent over cursing, she gave him as hard a shove as she could manage. It would have sent a less coordinated man stumbling right into the fire. But the Templar was more skilled. He twisted hard, pulling away from her and jerking himself upright all at once.
Gillian spun to run away, but an iron-hard grip latched over her hand, crunching the fingers painfully. With a hard wrench, she slipped her hand out of her glove and pulled away.
For a moment, he was left holding her leather glove, staring at it in shock. She managed to get a few steps away. Then he roared with fury and came after her again. This time, he caught her more securely by her arm, turning her in a wide circle so she came chest to chest with him. In the unsteady light of the fire, she couldn’t make out any of his features. He was just an enormous, terrifying
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