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felt her nerves growing worse by the minute. She tried to convince herself that this was just a ride as he opened up the passenger door to his car, but her mind refused to calm.
He quickly moved to his side of the car and slid in behind the wheel. He drove off trying to concentrate on the road, her thoughts had his hands clenching the steering wheel in a death grip. He didn't want to control her thoughts tonight so he couldn't help her calm down. The scent of her blood was really prominent in the close confines of the car and he struggled with his own needs.
“Am I in some kind of trouble?” she asked him nervously, noticing his grip on the steering wheel. There was a tenseness in the air that made her feel like she was in line for an execution. Nibbling on her lower lip nervously and clenching her hands tightly in her lap, she tried to think of what she might have done in the last week to anger him.
He spared her a small glance before turning back to the road. “I do believe we both might be."
She felt a huge knot in her throat, trying to understand his words. She honestly couldn't remember doing anything that would have him this angry. He floored the accelerator and she gripped the armrests tightly. “Look whatever it is I’ve done I’m sorry,” she whispered frantically. He was really starting to scare her with his stony silence and the incredible speed with the car.
He didn’t answer, and if anything he sped up even faster. She was nearing the point of hysteria as they drove for thirty minutes at a Nascar pace down roads that were so deserted that she doubted anyone would have found their bodies if they crashed. Finally after what seemed like forever, he pulled down a dirt road that was filled with potholes.
He was fighting the overwhelming urge to drag her over to his side of the car and feast from her. He could feel her growing agitation, but he didn't have enough control to answer her at the moment. He needed to get her out of the closed confines so his mind could regroup again, and quickly. The demon was demanding to be fed, and it didn't like being denied what it craved.
The road he was leading them down, didn’t look like it had seen a car in years. The thought ran through her mind that this would be a great place to dump a body if you didn’t want the evidence to be found. She couldn't help but feel like it was a terrible mistake coming with him tonight. Her lips were trembling the fear was so overwhelming. “Rafe?” she whispered shakily, hoping he’d say anything to break the silence.
Without saying a word he pulled into a clearing in the woods and stopped the car so suddenly the tires spun. He slid out of the car quickly and moved to her door almost instantly. Her gasp had him feeling even more agitated as he read the fear in her mind. “Come,” he demanded holding his hand out impatiently.
Thinking of self-preservation at this point, she shook her head no stubbornly. Her body was shaking so violently she felt almost paralyzed. As far as she was concerned at that moment, he could stand outside all night waiting.
“Cara come with me,” his voice softened instantly sensing how terrified she was and his eyes lost the murderous glare that the demon brought out. He hadn't meant to frighten her, and felt like the monster he was as he noted her trembling form.
She didn't consider herself weak but the intensity of his, eyes even without the anger shook her to the core. There was this overwhelming urge that demanded she protect herself, and she just couldn't move from where she was. Taking some deep breaths she tried to gain her composure, but she wasn't ready to move anywhere until she felt safe again.
“Forgive me, little one, I didn't mean to scare you,” he smiled grimly his hand outstretched, still waiting for her to take it.
She looked up at him wearily, the desire to be close to him, and her fear, warring with each other in her mind. Biting her lip, she put her hand in his letting
He quickly moved to his side of the car and slid in behind the wheel. He drove off trying to concentrate on the road, her thoughts had his hands clenching the steering wheel in a death grip. He didn't want to control her thoughts tonight so he couldn't help her calm down. The scent of her blood was really prominent in the close confines of the car and he struggled with his own needs.
“Am I in some kind of trouble?” she asked him nervously, noticing his grip on the steering wheel. There was a tenseness in the air that made her feel like she was in line for an execution. Nibbling on her lower lip nervously and clenching her hands tightly in her lap, she tried to think of what she might have done in the last week to anger him.
He spared her a small glance before turning back to the road. “I do believe we both might be."
She felt a huge knot in her throat, trying to understand his words. She honestly couldn't remember doing anything that would have him this angry. He floored the accelerator and she gripped the armrests tightly. “Look whatever it is I’ve done I’m sorry,” she whispered frantically. He was really starting to scare her with his stony silence and the incredible speed with the car.
He didn’t answer, and if anything he sped up even faster. She was nearing the point of hysteria as they drove for thirty minutes at a Nascar pace down roads that were so deserted that she doubted anyone would have found their bodies if they crashed. Finally after what seemed like forever, he pulled down a dirt road that was filled with potholes.
He was fighting the overwhelming urge to drag her over to his side of the car and feast from her. He could feel her growing agitation, but he didn't have enough control to answer her at the moment. He needed to get her out of the closed confines so his mind could regroup again, and quickly. The demon was demanding to be fed, and it didn't like being denied what it craved.
The road he was leading them down, didn’t look like it had seen a car in years. The thought ran through her mind that this would be a great place to dump a body if you didn’t want the evidence to be found. She couldn't help but feel like it was a terrible mistake coming with him tonight. Her lips were trembling the fear was so overwhelming. “Rafe?” she whispered shakily, hoping he’d say anything to break the silence.
Without saying a word he pulled into a clearing in the woods and stopped the car so suddenly the tires spun. He slid out of the car quickly and moved to her door almost instantly. Her gasp had him feeling even more agitated as he read the fear in her mind. “Come,” he demanded holding his hand out impatiently.
Thinking of self-preservation at this point, she shook her head no stubbornly. Her body was shaking so violently she felt almost paralyzed. As far as she was concerned at that moment, he could stand outside all night waiting.
“Cara come with me,” his voice softened instantly sensing how terrified she was and his eyes lost the murderous glare that the demon brought out. He hadn't meant to frighten her, and felt like the monster he was as he noted her trembling form.
She didn't consider herself weak but the intensity of his, eyes even without the anger shook her to the core. There was this overwhelming urge that demanded she protect herself, and she just couldn't move from where she was. Taking some deep breaths she tried to gain her composure, but she wasn't ready to move anywhere until she felt safe again.
“Forgive me, little one, I didn't mean to scare you,” he smiled grimly his hand outstretched, still waiting for her to take it.
She looked up at him wearily, the desire to be close to him, and her fear, warring with each other in her mind. Biting her lip, she put her hand in his letting
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