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to get her emotions in check. “While I slept in my bed. He’s been in my home. What kind of sick fucked up game is he playing?”
“Grayce.” When Zander brushed hair from her shoulder, she flinched and regretted it instantly. He jerked his hand away and dragged it through his own scruffy mop. “He can’t touch you here. He won’t find you again.” Leaning forward with eyes squeezed shut, he declared under his breath, “Fucker won’t live long enough to find you.”
Grayce gasped and turned to Zander. “He won’t stop. You don’t know him.” With dramatic flair, she threw herself back on the bed and covered her face with both arms to hide the fear. To hide the tears she’d been fighting. Just to hide.
“I know me.” Zander growled, his tone heavy with the promise of retribution. “I know what I’ll do to keep him from touching you, or even laying eyes on you again.” Zander lifted her arms and pulled her back to the sitting position. “He left a note, a warning.” The letter appeared from behind his back.
“Shit.” She didn’t want to read it, but curiosity got the best of her.
My dearest dove,
It saddens me deeply that I wasn’t reunited with you as planned on Saturday. It appears my efforts to reclaim you were thwarted. It won’t happen again. Mr. Houghton lies nearly dead in the hospital. What a shame, I toiled so to free him from prison.
Who is that beast of a man who so heroically came to your aid? I must know more about him.
You’ve no comprehension of the misery I’ve endured during your absence. Rest assured, I will have you, soon. That’s my vow to you.
Forever you are mine.
Tyr
A cry escaped her lips as the note became confetti. Zander wrapped himself around her and she was blown away by the raw emotion that pulsated through him. “Tyr sent that man to attack me.”
Zander’s solid form fit perfectly around her tiny frame, as if he’d been built for it. To hold, comfort and shield her from the horrors of her world. The protective space between his arms had become a haven, and damn if that wasn’t scarier than knowing the monster had found her. It felt too good, too right, and that could only be very bad. Feeling all sorts of smothered, Grayce wiggled and pushed herself from his overwhelming embrace.
“Grayce, I want to introduce you to my friend, Nikolas Compton. He’s a brilliant doctor. Taught me about our kind and helped me deal with my issues. He’s been eager to meet you.”
Oh, what the hell? She was about as low as she’d been on the “how fucked up can her life be” scale in a long time, there was nowhere to go but up, right? She rose from the bed and let him lead her down yet another long corridor. She should’ve been too tired or wigged out to notice, but she appreciated the way he carried himself—all sexy bad ass and don’t-fuck-with-me attitude. He palmed a decorative mirror that hung at the end of the hall. The glass lit up and beeped, then a wall panel slid open to reveal an elevator. Grayce shot him a quizzical glance which he reciprocated with a playful smile.
“Security.” He held the door open and gestured for her to enter. “You’ll be programmed in soon enough. This is your home too.”
* * * *
They entered a pristine, well lit room. Everything was white. Facing a leather couch in the center of the space were two matching leather armchairs with a wooden table nestled between. A panel door in the far corner slid open and out came a tall, handsome gentleman dressed in a black dress shirt, tie and fitted black slacks.
With his broad shoulders, slim waist and olive skin, he could’ve been mistaken for a fitness model. Sharp facial features were enhanced by his shaved head, but what dominated his handsome mug were a set of bright, almond shaped green eyes that, like Zander’s, glowed and were far too mesmerizing to be real.
“Z, my man.” He gave Zander a quick handshake and a firm pat on the shoulder. Zander pulled him
“Grayce.” When Zander brushed hair from her shoulder, she flinched and regretted it instantly. He jerked his hand away and dragged it through his own scruffy mop. “He can’t touch you here. He won’t find you again.” Leaning forward with eyes squeezed shut, he declared under his breath, “Fucker won’t live long enough to find you.”
Grayce gasped and turned to Zander. “He won’t stop. You don’t know him.” With dramatic flair, she threw herself back on the bed and covered her face with both arms to hide the fear. To hide the tears she’d been fighting. Just to hide.
“I know me.” Zander growled, his tone heavy with the promise of retribution. “I know what I’ll do to keep him from touching you, or even laying eyes on you again.” Zander lifted her arms and pulled her back to the sitting position. “He left a note, a warning.” The letter appeared from behind his back.
“Shit.” She didn’t want to read it, but curiosity got the best of her.
My dearest dove,
It saddens me deeply that I wasn’t reunited with you as planned on Saturday. It appears my efforts to reclaim you were thwarted. It won’t happen again. Mr. Houghton lies nearly dead in the hospital. What a shame, I toiled so to free him from prison.
Who is that beast of a man who so heroically came to your aid? I must know more about him.
You’ve no comprehension of the misery I’ve endured during your absence. Rest assured, I will have you, soon. That’s my vow to you.
Forever you are mine.
Tyr
A cry escaped her lips as the note became confetti. Zander wrapped himself around her and she was blown away by the raw emotion that pulsated through him. “Tyr sent that man to attack me.”
Zander’s solid form fit perfectly around her tiny frame, as if he’d been built for it. To hold, comfort and shield her from the horrors of her world. The protective space between his arms had become a haven, and damn if that wasn’t scarier than knowing the monster had found her. It felt too good, too right, and that could only be very bad. Feeling all sorts of smothered, Grayce wiggled and pushed herself from his overwhelming embrace.
“Grayce, I want to introduce you to my friend, Nikolas Compton. He’s a brilliant doctor. Taught me about our kind and helped me deal with my issues. He’s been eager to meet you.”
Oh, what the hell? She was about as low as she’d been on the “how fucked up can her life be” scale in a long time, there was nowhere to go but up, right? She rose from the bed and let him lead her down yet another long corridor. She should’ve been too tired or wigged out to notice, but she appreciated the way he carried himself—all sexy bad ass and don’t-fuck-with-me attitude. He palmed a decorative mirror that hung at the end of the hall. The glass lit up and beeped, then a wall panel slid open to reveal an elevator. Grayce shot him a quizzical glance which he reciprocated with a playful smile.
“Security.” He held the door open and gestured for her to enter. “You’ll be programmed in soon enough. This is your home too.”
* * * *
They entered a pristine, well lit room. Everything was white. Facing a leather couch in the center of the space were two matching leather armchairs with a wooden table nestled between. A panel door in the far corner slid open and out came a tall, handsome gentleman dressed in a black dress shirt, tie and fitted black slacks.
With his broad shoulders, slim waist and olive skin, he could’ve been mistaken for a fitness model. Sharp facial features were enhanced by his shaved head, but what dominated his handsome mug were a set of bright, almond shaped green eyes that, like Zander’s, glowed and were far too mesmerizing to be real.
“Z, my man.” He gave Zander a quick handshake and a firm pat on the shoulder. Zander pulled him
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