bring you here after you were attacked—”
“By wolves.” She turned to him, her eyes wide with wonder. “But those wolves changed to men.”
“Correct, they were renegade Shifters. Werewolves. Somewhat renegades of the Lycan House.”
“Werewolves,” she said softly to grasp the word. “Are you one of them?”
Jace laughed with amusement. “Actually, far from it. May I get you a drink?”
“Please.” She took a seat on the couch as she felt her head spin. Werewolves— Blood drinking during acts of pleasure—
When she came to the city, she expected more humans like the ones she communicated with in Dahomey . Now she came in contact with wolves that turned into men and a race of human magicians that shared each other’s flesh and blood. Her body shuddered as she looked up at him.
“You drink blood—”
Jace nodded as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Yes.”
She heard the refrigerator door close behind her. With a blink of an eye, Jace was by her side handing her an empty glass and a bottle of spring water.
Realization hit her hard. He matched the description of the creatures her parents warned her about. The very same that was told in stories from the frightened people of her lands. Before she could stop herself she smacked the glass out of his hand and it fell into a crash below her feet. She didn’t move or flinch from the water that splashed onto her bare leg. Nothing would tear her gaze away from this creature— this Asiman — that stood before her. No wonder this landscape was bare of any crops to decorate the scenery. Sand and dust covered almost every inch of this city and it had to be them who caused it. The Asiman creatures of her home were blood drinking entities known to suck the life from the land, weaken crops and enter the body of animals to attack humans. Maybe it had entered one of those Werewolf things and had attacked her.
Ariya’s heart quickened. Nothing would soothe the incensed rage she felt as she realized this creature’s possible connection to the deaths of her family. Images returned of her sister’s corpses found in the fields outside their palace. Both of their powers and blood were absent as if sucked dry.
Ariya lunged toward him but Jace was just as quick. He grabbed her wrists and pushed her body backward into the cushion of the couch. Their bodies collided together as he pinned her down. Her chest heaved up and down as she glared at him. She hoped the look in her eyes was enough make him spontaneously combust.
“Hold on now. I don’t know anything about the deaths of your family.”
Did he know what she was thinking? “The creature that sucked the blood out of them—was it commanded by you or any other Asimans?”
Jace’s handsome visage twisted in confusion. “Asi-what? Listen lady, I don’t know who or what did anything to you, but it surely wasn’t me. I’ve been here all night. And the day—well, let’s just say I’m not particularly fond of the sun.” He was glad she couldn’t appear to read his mind, else she find out about the mortality rate of those he fed upon. A sting in his chest was made visible from the guilt on his face. He quickly straightened his expression and reminded himself that deep down it didn’t matter. He came to grips with his little flaw—this defect in feeding—a long time ago. It served as a viable weapon and was useful in keeping anyone from getting too close to him.
Ariya noticed the change in his expression as she sensed his emotions and thoughts. A comforting calmness washed over her as she felt her breathing slow down. Guilt. She felt the feeling of guilt and longing in his heart as if he were reaching out for something he had lost long ago. She rose her chin and met his gaze, looking at the man who seemed to change temperament right before her eyes. A blinding attraction swelled her heart as she studied the hard lines of his face. Soft and youthful, a pale complexion in contrast to her
“By wolves.” She turned to him, her eyes wide with wonder. “But those wolves changed to men.”
“Correct, they were renegade Shifters. Werewolves. Somewhat renegades of the Lycan House.”
“Werewolves,” she said softly to grasp the word. “Are you one of them?”
Jace laughed with amusement. “Actually, far from it. May I get you a drink?”
“Please.” She took a seat on the couch as she felt her head spin. Werewolves— Blood drinking during acts of pleasure—
When she came to the city, she expected more humans like the ones she communicated with in Dahomey . Now she came in contact with wolves that turned into men and a race of human magicians that shared each other’s flesh and blood. Her body shuddered as she looked up at him.
“You drink blood—”
Jace nodded as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Yes.”
She heard the refrigerator door close behind her. With a blink of an eye, Jace was by her side handing her an empty glass and a bottle of spring water.
Realization hit her hard. He matched the description of the creatures her parents warned her about. The very same that was told in stories from the frightened people of her lands. Before she could stop herself she smacked the glass out of his hand and it fell into a crash below her feet. She didn’t move or flinch from the water that splashed onto her bare leg. Nothing would tear her gaze away from this creature— this Asiman — that stood before her. No wonder this landscape was bare of any crops to decorate the scenery. Sand and dust covered almost every inch of this city and it had to be them who caused it. The Asiman creatures of her home were blood drinking entities known to suck the life from the land, weaken crops and enter the body of animals to attack humans. Maybe it had entered one of those Werewolf things and had attacked her.
Ariya’s heart quickened. Nothing would soothe the incensed rage she felt as she realized this creature’s possible connection to the deaths of her family. Images returned of her sister’s corpses found in the fields outside their palace. Both of their powers and blood were absent as if sucked dry.
Ariya lunged toward him but Jace was just as quick. He grabbed her wrists and pushed her body backward into the cushion of the couch. Their bodies collided together as he pinned her down. Her chest heaved up and down as she glared at him. She hoped the look in her eyes was enough make him spontaneously combust.
“Hold on now. I don’t know anything about the deaths of your family.”
Did he know what she was thinking? “The creature that sucked the blood out of them—was it commanded by you or any other Asimans?”
Jace’s handsome visage twisted in confusion. “Asi-what? Listen lady, I don’t know who or what did anything to you, but it surely wasn’t me. I’ve been here all night. And the day—well, let’s just say I’m not particularly fond of the sun.” He was glad she couldn’t appear to read his mind, else she find out about the mortality rate of those he fed upon. A sting in his chest was made visible from the guilt on his face. He quickly straightened his expression and reminded himself that deep down it didn’t matter. He came to grips with his little flaw—this defect in feeding—a long time ago. It served as a viable weapon and was useful in keeping anyone from getting too close to him.
Ariya noticed the change in his expression as she sensed his emotions and thoughts. A comforting calmness washed over her as she felt her breathing slow down. Guilt. She felt the feeling of guilt and longing in his heart as if he were reaching out for something he had lost long ago. She rose her chin and met his gaze, looking at the man who seemed to change temperament right before her eyes. A blinding attraction swelled her heart as she studied the hard lines of his face. Soft and youthful, a pale complexion in contrast to her
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