With You In Spirit (The Bassinville Witches Series) by Miranda Stork Page B
Authors: Miranda Stork
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from falling. She missed, and smacked her head off the pavement, a ringing pain soaking through her brain. In her daze, she turned her head just in time to see the monster-like grill of the car bearing down on her.
So this is how it fucking ends…great…
Through her haze, she thought she saw Caden leaping onto the bonnet as he were simply jumping onto a step, and smashing the window through, the glass shattering around her. The car engine growled just above her, and she heard screams coming from inside the car.
Then she thought she saw Caden grabbing one of the men through what was left of the windscreen, and ripping into his neck with his teeth, blood spurting across the pavement, running into little rivulets. Confused and dizzy, Catherine passed out into darkness…
Chapter 8
H e shouldn’t have left her on her own.
He shouldn’t have walked so fast away from the bar.
He should have been quicker.
Caden tormented himself with these thoughts, carrying Catherine gingerly in his arms. He r beautiful face looked so serene at the moment, but her eyelids were still closed, and she looked so pale. Her soft hair brushed against his skin as it lay over it like a curtain of coppery chocolate.
The blood of those bastards still dripped from his mouth. He didn’t give a shit if anyone saw him or not; it wasn’t important now. He had to make sure that Catherine was safe, that she was going to be okay. Thank gods Mrs Delfoy is away tonight…
Using his foot, he gently pushed the front door open, which was still swinging from where he had thrown it open when he heard her screams. Manoeuvring himself so as not to knock her at all on the doorframe, he brought Catherine inside, and stalked quickly over to the stairs, carrying her up them two at a time. Once upstairs, he took her into his room, laying her gently on the bed, locking the door behind him.
Caden took a moment to look down at her, taking in her creamy white skin, her soft, rosebud lips, her shimmering hair. Not to mention her very sensuous curves. Gods, he had wanted to rip her clothes off her when she was in the garden last night, in that innocent-looking white blouse, which had barely contained her cleavage. No, he chased that thought from his head. Bad enough he had already kissed her and allowed himself to have a date with her, never mind anything else. She was simply the person he was supposed to protect, nothing else.
She stirred, and he dropped to his knees beside her, murmuring soothingly, and stroking her hair. Catherine wrinkled her nose up, as if she didn’t want to be woken up, and moaned, moving her arms up above her head. Her hand brushed the wound on her head, and she winced, the pain waking her up further. Opening her eyes slowly, she blinked a few times, before registering she was not somewhere she recognised. Turning her head slightly, she croaked, “Where am I?”
“Shh, you’re safe now Catherine. You’re in my room at Mrs Delfoy’s, don’t panic.”
Catherine seemed to be satisfied with that for now, and she sighed, rubbing at her eyes. Suddenly, she sat up in a shock, crying out as fresh pain erupted from her head wound. “Wait! What about that car? Those men?”
Caden put out a hand, and placed it on her arm, making her jump. “Please, it’s fine Catherine. They’ve gone now.”
Continuing to look down at his hand, Catherine’s expression suddenly darkened. She looked up slowly, meeting his eyes, her own looking filled with fear. “You,” she whispered, “you killed one of them…y-you bit into his neck.” Wide-eyed, she pulled her arm out of his grasp, and shuffled to the back of the bed, trembling.
Caden could see that simply telling her she imagined it was not going to wash with her. He chewed his lip, looking closely at her, trying to think of what to say. He was actually considering telling someone. He had never told anyone in the whole one-hundred and eighty-six years he had been alive. But he wanted to tell
So this is how it fucking ends…great…
Through her haze, she thought she saw Caden leaping onto the bonnet as he were simply jumping onto a step, and smashing the window through, the glass shattering around her. The car engine growled just above her, and she heard screams coming from inside the car.
Then she thought she saw Caden grabbing one of the men through what was left of the windscreen, and ripping into his neck with his teeth, blood spurting across the pavement, running into little rivulets. Confused and dizzy, Catherine passed out into darkness…
Chapter 8
H e shouldn’t have left her on her own.
He shouldn’t have walked so fast away from the bar.
He should have been quicker.
Caden tormented himself with these thoughts, carrying Catherine gingerly in his arms. He r beautiful face looked so serene at the moment, but her eyelids were still closed, and she looked so pale. Her soft hair brushed against his skin as it lay over it like a curtain of coppery chocolate.
The blood of those bastards still dripped from his mouth. He didn’t give a shit if anyone saw him or not; it wasn’t important now. He had to make sure that Catherine was safe, that she was going to be okay. Thank gods Mrs Delfoy is away tonight…
Using his foot, he gently pushed the front door open, which was still swinging from where he had thrown it open when he heard her screams. Manoeuvring himself so as not to knock her at all on the doorframe, he brought Catherine inside, and stalked quickly over to the stairs, carrying her up them two at a time. Once upstairs, he took her into his room, laying her gently on the bed, locking the door behind him.
Caden took a moment to look down at her, taking in her creamy white skin, her soft, rosebud lips, her shimmering hair. Not to mention her very sensuous curves. Gods, he had wanted to rip her clothes off her when she was in the garden last night, in that innocent-looking white blouse, which had barely contained her cleavage. No, he chased that thought from his head. Bad enough he had already kissed her and allowed himself to have a date with her, never mind anything else. She was simply the person he was supposed to protect, nothing else.
She stirred, and he dropped to his knees beside her, murmuring soothingly, and stroking her hair. Catherine wrinkled her nose up, as if she didn’t want to be woken up, and moaned, moving her arms up above her head. Her hand brushed the wound on her head, and she winced, the pain waking her up further. Opening her eyes slowly, she blinked a few times, before registering she was not somewhere she recognised. Turning her head slightly, she croaked, “Where am I?”
“Shh, you’re safe now Catherine. You’re in my room at Mrs Delfoy’s, don’t panic.”
Catherine seemed to be satisfied with that for now, and she sighed, rubbing at her eyes. Suddenly, she sat up in a shock, crying out as fresh pain erupted from her head wound. “Wait! What about that car? Those men?”
Caden put out a hand, and placed it on her arm, making her jump. “Please, it’s fine Catherine. They’ve gone now.”
Continuing to look down at his hand, Catherine’s expression suddenly darkened. She looked up slowly, meeting his eyes, her own looking filled with fear. “You,” she whispered, “you killed one of them…y-you bit into his neck.” Wide-eyed, she pulled her arm out of his grasp, and shuffled to the back of the bed, trembling.
Caden could see that simply telling her she imagined it was not going to wash with her. He chewed his lip, looking closely at her, trying to think of what to say. He was actually considering telling someone. He had never told anyone in the whole one-hundred and eighty-six years he had been alive. But he wanted to tell
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