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dead if he stayed, if he didn’t try to escape.
He held himself motionless, readying for his next move, waiting for the right moment.
* * *
T RESA TRIED NOT TO run once she stepped outside the house, certain that would only draw suspicion. But then, she supposed a woman suffering abduction and abuse at the hands of a lycan might run. That thought in her mind, she didn’t worry when her steps quickened.
She fumbled with the garage opener in her bag and opened the door behind which her SUV sat parked. Still shaking, she didn’t wait to let the engine warm up. She backed out and gunned it down the driveway to the road, glancing several times in the rearview mirror, almost expecting to see Darius giving chasebehind her. Ridiculous, of course. He wasn’t going anywhere.
He wasn’t going anywhere ever again.
Her stomach twisted sickly and she struck the steering wheel with her fist.
They wouldn’t kill him swiftly. She’d seen that in their eyes. They reminded her of other men, from a long time ago. Knights who’d invaded her home with the same mercilessness in their eyes. Heartless assassins, they carried the same stink, eager to follow commands to destroy and take life.
A shiver scraped her spine. She shook it off and focused on the road, telling herself that one less lycan on earth was a good thing. Even if he was actually searching for his soul… searching for redemption.
Just like you are. Like you’ve always done.
Damnit. She hit the steering wheel again, suddenly feeling worse. He wasn’t like her. He wished her dead. If he could get away with killing her, he would have. And he would have enjoyed it. And yet even in those cursed pewter eyes, something else had glowed. Something that resembled humanity. More humanity than she had witnessed in the hunters.
With a curse, she slammed on the brakes. The car skidded on the road, spraying snowup onto her windshield. Panting as though she’d run a marathon, she stared out at the vast whiteness.
After several deep breaths, she put the car in reverse and backed around in a small circle, the engine revving. Once turned fully, she drove back toward her house, stopping just before she’d be visible to those inside.
Leaving the car running, she stepped out into the biting cold, weaving like a wraith between trees until she could see the house. Biting her lip, she considered her options. Darius was strong, even if he wasn’t in full manifest. He could break free if the odds were only slightly more in his favor. He just needed a little help. Just a nudge from her…
She scanned the snowdrifts surrounding the house, looking for something, anything. If she could create a diversion, it would shake the hunters up a bit. Maybe Darius could take advantage of the moment and make his escape.
He’d have a chance. It was all she could give him. All she could attempt. Anything more and she risked not escaping to stop Balthazar’s new witch. If Darius couldn’t escape, then, well… she could do nothing more for him.
Praying that Balthazar was too preoccupied with his new witch, that it was too cold herefor him, that she was just too big a pain in the ass for him, she surrendered to her magic.
She focused her attention on a tall pine tree several yards from her kitchen window, concentrating until her head ached and she began to shake, her limbs trembling.
Satisfaction curled through her as the leaves began to shudder, snow falling from them in fat clumps of white. Pinecones dropped like nuts from the branches. Her satisfaction grew, as did the throbbing inside her head. She pushed through it, fought it, and delved deep to where the energy hummed within her core.
Wood cracked and snapped. Her entire body was shaking now, the blood pounding painfully in her veins, but she didn’t stop, didn’t lessen her focus. The tree started to sway as if undecided. She focused harder, straining, pushing her will. Snap!
As though a giant hand swooped down and gave it a mighty
He held himself motionless, readying for his next move, waiting for the right moment.
* * *
T RESA TRIED NOT TO run once she stepped outside the house, certain that would only draw suspicion. But then, she supposed a woman suffering abduction and abuse at the hands of a lycan might run. That thought in her mind, she didn’t worry when her steps quickened.
She fumbled with the garage opener in her bag and opened the door behind which her SUV sat parked. Still shaking, she didn’t wait to let the engine warm up. She backed out and gunned it down the driveway to the road, glancing several times in the rearview mirror, almost expecting to see Darius giving chasebehind her. Ridiculous, of course. He wasn’t going anywhere.
He wasn’t going anywhere ever again.
Her stomach twisted sickly and she struck the steering wheel with her fist.
They wouldn’t kill him swiftly. She’d seen that in their eyes. They reminded her of other men, from a long time ago. Knights who’d invaded her home with the same mercilessness in their eyes. Heartless assassins, they carried the same stink, eager to follow commands to destroy and take life.
A shiver scraped her spine. She shook it off and focused on the road, telling herself that one less lycan on earth was a good thing. Even if he was actually searching for his soul… searching for redemption.
Just like you are. Like you’ve always done.
Damnit. She hit the steering wheel again, suddenly feeling worse. He wasn’t like her. He wished her dead. If he could get away with killing her, he would have. And he would have enjoyed it. And yet even in those cursed pewter eyes, something else had glowed. Something that resembled humanity. More humanity than she had witnessed in the hunters.
With a curse, she slammed on the brakes. The car skidded on the road, spraying snowup onto her windshield. Panting as though she’d run a marathon, she stared out at the vast whiteness.
After several deep breaths, she put the car in reverse and backed around in a small circle, the engine revving. Once turned fully, she drove back toward her house, stopping just before she’d be visible to those inside.
Leaving the car running, she stepped out into the biting cold, weaving like a wraith between trees until she could see the house. Biting her lip, she considered her options. Darius was strong, even if he wasn’t in full manifest. He could break free if the odds were only slightly more in his favor. He just needed a little help. Just a nudge from her…
She scanned the snowdrifts surrounding the house, looking for something, anything. If she could create a diversion, it would shake the hunters up a bit. Maybe Darius could take advantage of the moment and make his escape.
He’d have a chance. It was all she could give him. All she could attempt. Anything more and she risked not escaping to stop Balthazar’s new witch. If Darius couldn’t escape, then, well… she could do nothing more for him.
Praying that Balthazar was too preoccupied with his new witch, that it was too cold herefor him, that she was just too big a pain in the ass for him, she surrendered to her magic.
She focused her attention on a tall pine tree several yards from her kitchen window, concentrating until her head ached and she began to shake, her limbs trembling.
Satisfaction curled through her as the leaves began to shudder, snow falling from them in fat clumps of white. Pinecones dropped like nuts from the branches. Her satisfaction grew, as did the throbbing inside her head. She pushed through it, fought it, and delved deep to where the energy hummed within her core.
Wood cracked and snapped. Her entire body was shaking now, the blood pounding painfully in her veins, but she didn’t stop, didn’t lessen her focus. The tree started to sway as if undecided. She focused harder, straining, pushing her will. Snap!
As though a giant hand swooped down and gave it a mighty
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