How awkward could this get?
Marcus could sense apprehension and pity from
Raylene. His inherited skill of sensing emotions that he’d received from Deegan
seemed to be growing stronger with each passing day. She kept her eyes
downcast. He tried to rein in his all-over-the-map emotions.
“I’m glad you agreed to see me, Marcus.” Her
voice was soft, kind, and solicitous.
Facing him and lifting her gaze, she drank in
his hideousness. She had not seen him without the bandages, he assumed. How
would he know, he’d been unconscious for days after the attack.
Raylene
cried out, and her hand flew to her mouth. She began to cry and buried her face
in her hands. Oh Jesus, he didn’t need this. A woman takes one look at him and
busts out sobbing. Should he console her? Fuck
it, no.
The crying continued, and Marcus looked off out
the window. Never should’ve agreed to this meeting. Finally, Raylene wiped the
tears from her flushed cheeks and took a seat next to him.
“It’s the pregnancy. My emotions are fried.
Sorry, Marcus. I will only stay a moment. I wanted to tell you I spoke briefly
to Julian.”
The name cut across his chest as deep and brutal
as a saber slice. Those erotic flashes flickered in his mind again. Julian was
an aggressive lover, but they also shared moments of tenderness in between the
savage sex sessions. A small spark of hope had ignited in Marcus’s little used
heart that night. He’d completely surrendered to Julian, something he had never
done with a partner before. He thought the one-night stand could grow into
something more. Until Julian went into monster mode and ripped his face off.
Raylene continued. “He’s ... he’s not in a good
place. I’m worried about him. He’s devastated by what happened. He is being
subjected to so many tests and experiments.”
Marcus curled his lip. Poor Julian. Who gave a
fuck? Raylene must have seen the disdain on his face.
“You don’t want to hear this, do you?”
“No, Raylene, I don’t. Sorry, but I don’t have
any sympathy for your brother. He’s ruined my life. I just as soon not hear his
name again. Can you do that for me?”
A look of pain crossed her face. “I can do that.
I will mention him one last time. He told me to tell you that though the words
sound lame, in his heart he is so very sorry.”
Sorry. Sorry I fucked you senseless and
introduced you to raw, radiant lust. Sorry I embraced you close to my heart.
Sorry I gave you hope that I could care for you, or that there could be
something more than just physical desire. Sorry I tried to destroy you.
Yeah, he imagined Julian’s sexy, deep timber
whispering in his ear all his empathic apologies. Fuck him, his sister, Deegan and the Clan.
Boiling, festering rage bubbled deep in his gut.
Since he awoke from his brief coma last week, he’d kept a lid on most of his
emotions, at least the ones that had anger and fury at the root. They
threatened to blow any second. He had to get Raylene out of here before he lost
it completely.
Between clenched teeth he growled, “Raylene,
you’d better leave. Now.”
The tone of his voice must have made his point
because Raylene scrambled to her feet and ran out the door. It seemed women
were forever running from him.
Marcus stood, roared in a wrathful, enraged
frenzy and then began to tear the room apart.
****
The room was
dark, and ghostly shadows danced on the wall. Marcus closed his eye and tried
to sit up. He couldn’t. His arms and legs were being restrained. He growled and
pulled, but the leather straps kept his movement minimal. Even with his
enhanced strength he could not break the bonds. The rattle of heavy chain
echoed in the room, and he understood why. Not only did they tie him down, they
chained him as well. What in the fuck
happened?
Opening his one
eye, he tried to focus. This wasn’t Brennan’s room. He inhaled. Vanilla and
spices surrounded him. Turning his face, his nose brushed by the pillow. Logan.
No one else
Marcus could sense apprehension and pity from
Raylene. His inherited skill of sensing emotions that he’d received from Deegan
seemed to be growing stronger with each passing day. She kept her eyes
downcast. He tried to rein in his all-over-the-map emotions.
“I’m glad you agreed to see me, Marcus.” Her
voice was soft, kind, and solicitous.
Facing him and lifting her gaze, she drank in
his hideousness. She had not seen him without the bandages, he assumed. How
would he know, he’d been unconscious for days after the attack.
Raylene
cried out, and her hand flew to her mouth. She began to cry and buried her face
in her hands. Oh Jesus, he didn’t need this. A woman takes one look at him and
busts out sobbing. Should he console her? Fuck
it, no.
The crying continued, and Marcus looked off out
the window. Never should’ve agreed to this meeting. Finally, Raylene wiped the
tears from her flushed cheeks and took a seat next to him.
“It’s the pregnancy. My emotions are fried.
Sorry, Marcus. I will only stay a moment. I wanted to tell you I spoke briefly
to Julian.”
The name cut across his chest as deep and brutal
as a saber slice. Those erotic flashes flickered in his mind again. Julian was
an aggressive lover, but they also shared moments of tenderness in between the
savage sex sessions. A small spark of hope had ignited in Marcus’s little used
heart that night. He’d completely surrendered to Julian, something he had never
done with a partner before. He thought the one-night stand could grow into
something more. Until Julian went into monster mode and ripped his face off.
Raylene continued. “He’s ... he’s not in a good
place. I’m worried about him. He’s devastated by what happened. He is being
subjected to so many tests and experiments.”
Marcus curled his lip. Poor Julian. Who gave a
fuck? Raylene must have seen the disdain on his face.
“You don’t want to hear this, do you?”
“No, Raylene, I don’t. Sorry, but I don’t have
any sympathy for your brother. He’s ruined my life. I just as soon not hear his
name again. Can you do that for me?”
A look of pain crossed her face. “I can do that.
I will mention him one last time. He told me to tell you that though the words
sound lame, in his heart he is so very sorry.”
Sorry. Sorry I fucked you senseless and
introduced you to raw, radiant lust. Sorry I embraced you close to my heart.
Sorry I gave you hope that I could care for you, or that there could be
something more than just physical desire. Sorry I tried to destroy you.
Yeah, he imagined Julian’s sexy, deep timber
whispering in his ear all his empathic apologies. Fuck him, his sister, Deegan and the Clan.
Boiling, festering rage bubbled deep in his gut.
Since he awoke from his brief coma last week, he’d kept a lid on most of his
emotions, at least the ones that had anger and fury at the root. They
threatened to blow any second. He had to get Raylene out of here before he lost
it completely.
Between clenched teeth he growled, “Raylene,
you’d better leave. Now.”
The tone of his voice must have made his point
because Raylene scrambled to her feet and ran out the door. It seemed women
were forever running from him.
Marcus stood, roared in a wrathful, enraged
frenzy and then began to tear the room apart.
****
The room was
dark, and ghostly shadows danced on the wall. Marcus closed his eye and tried
to sit up. He couldn’t. His arms and legs were being restrained. He growled and
pulled, but the leather straps kept his movement minimal. Even with his
enhanced strength he could not break the bonds. The rattle of heavy chain
echoed in the room, and he understood why. Not only did they tie him down, they
chained him as well. What in the fuck
happened?
Opening his one
eye, he tried to focus. This wasn’t Brennan’s room. He inhaled. Vanilla and
spices surrounded him. Turning his face, his nose brushed by the pillow. Logan.
No one else
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