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with Michael? If Castillo was strong enough, she might not
even remember who Michael was when he was through with
his sick initiation. Plenty of humans went insane with the
beginnings of the bond. If Castillo were to break theirs, he'd
have to work some very strong trucchi. She just didn't know
if she had the strength left to keep fighting.
As they approached, she felt Michael revive as though
she'd felt her own lungs fill with a sudden gasp of breath. She
couldn't help but smile.
His anger came next in a scalding wave that took her
breath away. Castillo must have felt it too because he
grabbed her and tossed her the dark automobile. She
bounced across the seat and landed against a hunk of muscle.
It grabbed Tori by the upper arm. She looked up to see a
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man in a leather mask sneering at her. She pushed at him,
but he laughed and jerked the shirt off her shoulder.
Before she could strike him again, the monster sank his
teeth into her shoulder. She screamed as the teeth ground
into her skin and broke through with a dull pop. He pulled
hard against her, gorging himself on blood. There was no sex
appeal in his bite. It was only dull, throbbing pain.
When she shoved him, he bit harder. She screamed again.
If she pulled, he would take muscle away with him. Still, she
considered it, but it didn't matter. The lights around them
from the street lamps began to fade, and darkness took over.
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Chapter Thirteen
The pain of having the silver pulled from Michael's chest
radiated throughout his torso and pinged off his ribs, but
there was something else. His heart was beating, effortlessly.
Good. He'd heal faster this way. It must be the bond.
The bond. He couldn't feel Tori anywhere. He didn't sense
anything other than the slight buzz in his mind that was their
connection. If the connection remained, she had to be alive.
She was unconscious. That bastard hurt her.
"Michael, are you okay?"
He opened his eyes. Jonas squatted beside him holding the
dagger. He tried to get up, but his arms felt limp. He
struggled to sit, but even that made him feel old and weak.
When he jumped to his feet, he let out a roar of frustration.
Jonas leapt backward, then forward in time to catch
Michael on his fall back toward the floor.
"You need blood. The silver's still poisoning your system."
Michael grabbed Jonas's arm and tried to steady himself
against the spinning room. "I've got to stop him."
"It's too late. They're gone and Tori held me in the reverie
until she left. I'm guessing that you found time to complete
the vincolo in all of this."
He tried to keep standing but his knees were weak.
When they caved, Jonas wrapped an arm around him and
dragged him the short distance to the couch. "You're not
going anywhere right now. I promised I'd stop you. I won't let
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her die either." Michael tried to crawl off the couch, but Jonas
pushed him back down.
He looked down to see dark blood tainting his veins,
running outward from the wound in his chest. "Hurry."
"We're not strong enough. You've got to be healthy to go
after them." Jonas slashed his wrist with the dagger and held
it out. "I'd rather not be the Slurpee in this one, but my blood
is as strong as you're going to get here.
There wasn't time to argue. Michael's skin was crawling
with the itchy bugs of the allergic reaction to silver. He
nodded and took the wrist in a bite that was faster than he
meant. Jonas flinched. The blood flowed warm and thick into
his mouth. After a few swallows, he could feel it radiating
down toward the wound, driving the itch back toward its
starting point.
He concentrated on the injury and drank again. This time
he felt the wound stitch itself together.
He released the wrist and sat up quickly. The room began
to spin.
"You can't leave that fast." Jonas reached for him.
He shoved the hand away. "Get out of my way."
"You're one stubborn ass, you know it? If you go after
them, you're going to die and leave us all with Castillo."
Jonas' jaw flexed back and forth. It was the first time in a
very long time that Michael had seen him worry. "Tomorrow
night we'll all go after her, but tonight you rest. She'll be
alive. Castillo's planning to keep her."
Michael growled and it made his brain vibrate. "Wake me
in three hours."
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"That's not enough time."
"I mean it, Jonas."
"I will." Jonas gave him a slight nod of submission.
"And call in the clans. Tonight, we'll take the city."
* * * *
Tori heard voices coming closer. Beneath her body lay the
cold stones of the floor beneath her. She tried to open her
eyes. The lids wouldn't budge. She was tired and the cold
went deeper than her skin. Her cold felt like it would shake if
it had the strength.
A door opened somewhere to her left and she heard
footsteps coming closer. One set thudded heavily and. The
other sound was faster with sharp clicks; a woman. They
stopped close to her head and then a sharp point nudged her
shoulder hard.
"You killed her, you bloody moron." The woman's voice
carried with it a British accent.
A sharp point of the heel pressed into her shoulder. Tori
tried to yell Stop, but her mouth wouldn't open. Instead, a
soft groan came from her throat.
"Oh." The woman giggled.
"See." The man's deep voice fit Mr. Leather perfectly. "I
didn't."
"Close enough. Castillo wants her ready for bonding."
Tori tried to scream, but the best she could do was groan
again.
"Hold her still while I feed her," the woman said.
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A strong arm jerked her up so hard that her spine cracked.
Her back pressed against a very large male form, covered in
leather. It was Mr. Leatherface from the car, and he put an
arm around her chest to hold her tight to him.
"Won't that bond her?" Leather grunted.
"She doesn't need enough to bond her. Only a bit."
Something pushed Tori's head back and cold hands opened
her mouth. Warm tinny liquid pooled on her tongue, then slid
down her throat. Immediately it began to absorb into her
throat, burning and expanding. She swallowed it down
weakly, and when it hit her stomach, it exploded so hard that
her body jolted. Her body took in a deep gulp of air and her
eyes flew open to see the sinister stone room. It actually
looked more like a dungeon, complete with shackles and a
nude and bloodied woman huddled in the corner. Chains led
from her arms to a loop in the wall.
"Ah, there she is." The woman smiled and wiped the
corner of Tori's mouth. She was an attractive brunette with
silky hair and a cute upturned nose. A quick glance down and
it was obvious that someone invested a lot of money in
silicone. "Put her down, Brom." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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with Michael? If Castillo was strong enough, she might not
even remember who Michael was when he was through with
his sick initiation. Plenty of humans went insane with the
beginnings of the bond. If Castillo were to break theirs, he'd
have to work some very strong trucchi. She just didn't know
if she had the strength left to keep fighting.
As they approached, she felt Michael revive as though
she'd felt her own lungs fill with a sudden gasp of breath. She
couldn't help but smile.
His anger came next in a scalding wave that took her
breath away. Castillo must have felt it too because he
grabbed her and tossed her the dark automobile. She
bounced across the seat and landed against a hunk of muscle.
It grabbed Tori by the upper arm. She looked up to see a
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man in a leather mask sneering at her. She pushed at him,
but he laughed and jerked the shirt off her shoulder.
Before she could strike him again, the monster sank his
teeth into her shoulder. She screamed as the teeth ground
into her skin and broke through with a dull pop. He pulled
hard against her, gorging himself on blood. There was no sex
appeal in his bite. It was only dull, throbbing pain.
When she shoved him, he bit harder. She screamed again.
If she pulled, he would take muscle away with him. Still, she
considered it, but it didn't matter. The lights around them
from the street lamps began to fade, and darkness took over.
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by Angela Cameron
Chapter Thirteen
The pain of having the silver pulled from Michael's chest
radiated throughout his torso and pinged off his ribs, but
there was something else. His heart was beating, effortlessly.
Good. He'd heal faster this way. It must be the bond.
The bond. He couldn't feel Tori anywhere. He didn't sense
anything other than the slight buzz in his mind that was their
connection. If the connection remained, she had to be alive.
She was unconscious. That bastard hurt her.
"Michael, are you okay?"
He opened his eyes. Jonas squatted beside him holding the
dagger. He tried to get up, but his arms felt limp. He
struggled to sit, but even that made him feel old and weak.
When he jumped to his feet, he let out a roar of frustration.
Jonas leapt backward, then forward in time to catch
Michael on his fall back toward the floor.
"You need blood. The silver's still poisoning your system."
Michael grabbed Jonas's arm and tried to steady himself
against the spinning room. "I've got to stop him."
"It's too late. They're gone and Tori held me in the reverie
until she left. I'm guessing that you found time to complete
the vincolo in all of this."
He tried to keep standing but his knees were weak.
When they caved, Jonas wrapped an arm around him and
dragged him the short distance to the couch. "You're not
going anywhere right now. I promised I'd stop you. I won't let
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her die either." Michael tried to crawl off the couch, but Jonas
pushed him back down.
He looked down to see dark blood tainting his veins,
running outward from the wound in his chest. "Hurry."
"We're not strong enough. You've got to be healthy to go
after them." Jonas slashed his wrist with the dagger and held
it out. "I'd rather not be the Slurpee in this one, but my blood
is as strong as you're going to get here.
There wasn't time to argue. Michael's skin was crawling
with the itchy bugs of the allergic reaction to silver. He
nodded and took the wrist in a bite that was faster than he
meant. Jonas flinched. The blood flowed warm and thick into
his mouth. After a few swallows, he could feel it radiating
down toward the wound, driving the itch back toward its
starting point.
He concentrated on the injury and drank again. This time
he felt the wound stitch itself together.
He released the wrist and sat up quickly. The room began
to spin.
"You can't leave that fast." Jonas reached for him.
He shoved the hand away. "Get out of my way."
"You're one stubborn ass, you know it? If you go after
them, you're going to die and leave us all with Castillo."
Jonas' jaw flexed back and forth. It was the first time in a
very long time that Michael had seen him worry. "Tomorrow
night we'll all go after her, but tonight you rest. She'll be
alive. Castillo's planning to keep her."
Michael growled and it made his brain vibrate. "Wake me
in three hours."
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"That's not enough time."
"I mean it, Jonas."
"I will." Jonas gave him a slight nod of submission.
"And call in the clans. Tonight, we'll take the city."
* * * *
Tori heard voices coming closer. Beneath her body lay the
cold stones of the floor beneath her. She tried to open her
eyes. The lids wouldn't budge. She was tired and the cold
went deeper than her skin. Her cold felt like it would shake if
it had the strength.
A door opened somewhere to her left and she heard
footsteps coming closer. One set thudded heavily and. The
other sound was faster with sharp clicks; a woman. They
stopped close to her head and then a sharp point nudged her
shoulder hard.
"You killed her, you bloody moron." The woman's voice
carried with it a British accent.
A sharp point of the heel pressed into her shoulder. Tori
tried to yell Stop, but her mouth wouldn't open. Instead, a
soft groan came from her throat.
"Oh." The woman giggled.
"See." The man's deep voice fit Mr. Leather perfectly. "I
didn't."
"Close enough. Castillo wants her ready for bonding."
Tori tried to scream, but the best she could do was groan
again.
"Hold her still while I feed her," the woman said.
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A strong arm jerked her up so hard that her spine cracked.
Her back pressed against a very large male form, covered in
leather. It was Mr. Leatherface from the car, and he put an
arm around her chest to hold her tight to him.
"Won't that bond her?" Leather grunted.
"She doesn't need enough to bond her. Only a bit."
Something pushed Tori's head back and cold hands opened
her mouth. Warm tinny liquid pooled on her tongue, then slid
down her throat. Immediately it began to absorb into her
throat, burning and expanding. She swallowed it down
weakly, and when it hit her stomach, it exploded so hard that
her body jolted. Her body took in a deep gulp of air and her
eyes flew open to see the sinister stone room. It actually
looked more like a dungeon, complete with shackles and a
nude and bloodied woman huddled in the corner. Chains led
from her arms to a loop in the wall.
"Ah, there she is." The woman smiled and wiped the
corner of Tori's mouth. She was an attractive brunette with
silky hair and a cute upturned nose. A quick glance down and
it was obvious that someone invested a lot of money in
silicone. "Put her down, Brom." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]