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can’t eat any more people. Okay? I
begged.
Thank you. I will connect with you at
midnight tomorrow. I’ve told the Lycans not to harm you. You should
be safe. The Krieger are coming. I…I must go.
The connection was lost and then I heard the
heavy pounding of footsteps running toward me. I opened my eyes and
saw the werewolves slink back into the trees, one by one. When I
turned to my right, three Krieger were coming up on me fast;
weapons drawn. Oh shit! I was in trouble now, because Dragus was in
the front, flanked by Ashby and Rowland.
They swarmed and made a triangle around me,
all facing out; their shoulders touching. I felt like a three-sided
warrior sandwich. How the hell was I going to get out of this one?
I couldn’t lie now; Dragus has probable cause to listen to my
thoughts. If I wouldn’t let him, he would get a court order and
then I would probably end up in a judge’s office. A hassle I did
not want to deal with.
“Everything is okay, Krieger . They’re
gone,” I sighed heavily.
“Charity,” Dragus’ accent thickened, which
was bad. “What happened? Are you hurt?” He reached for me as if to
check me over inch by inch.
“No!” I snapped. “Let’s go inside and get
this over with.” It took a lot of work, but I managed to push
Dragus out of the triangle. I stifled a giggle when he grunted,
obviously frustrated. As we walked toward the house, Ashby and
Rowland escorted us with guns drawn watching the tree line. I knew
it was pointless for them to be on guard, but there was no way I
was going to waste my breath telling them different.
Once inside in the living room, Dragus sat in
my recliner. I pulled a stool over in front of him and sat
down.
“What happened out there?” he demanded. Ashby
and Rowland sat quietly on the couch; Rowland held a notepad and
pen, transcribing our conversation. Ashby tinkered with a handheld
video camera; obviously meant to catch every moment of the
questioning. He pointed the contraption at me and I heard the beep;
not needing to look to see if it was recording.
“Go ahead and read my mind. I don’t like
repeating myself,” I huffed.
Dragus looked at the Ashby and said, “Note,
Charity Harwood, has given verbal approval for me to read her
thoughts. I will translate.” He turned toward me and placed a palm
on each one of my temples. I closed my eyes and relaxed.
It was a little odd having my thoughts read;
it was like watching my memories replayed on DVR. Dragus repeated
every moment I had been with Adam Castillo. Even the plan to feed
him; I knew Dragus had seen that part, because he laughed.
Just as I saw my reaction to when I first saw
Dragus, being pulled out of my thoughts, I pulled back releasing
his hands from my head. I glared at him. He was trying to find out
what I thought of him. Jerk! I heard the beep of the camera and
knew I was not on tape; so I lit into Dragus.
“You asshole! What was that?” I whispered,
trying to keep this conversation between us. I heard a muffled
sound and looked over to see Ashby trying his best not to laugh.
Rowland was carefully studying a very rare painting that was hung
over my fireplace. Dragus stood and spoke quietly to Ashby and
Rowland before dismissing them, so we could chat. Yeah, chat, my
ass! I was going to burst his bubble for sure.
Before I could rip him a new one, he grabbed
me by the top of my shoulders and pulled me to his chest. Oh, what
a chest it was. I absolutely forgot what the hell I was going to
say to him. My hands automatically pressed against his neck. Every
time I touched him, it was like a jolt of electricity to my heart.
I jerked my hand away from him, as if I had been stung, and looked
up into his eyes.
Those blue eyes searched mine, like he was
looking for my soul. He must have liked what he saw, because he
slipped both arms tightly around my waist and lifted me to his
mouth. He had too, because I was almost a foot shorter than
him.
Oh man, his lips were like the cashmere.
begged.
Thank you. I will connect with you at
midnight tomorrow. I’ve told the Lycans not to harm you. You should
be safe. The Krieger are coming. I…I must go.
The connection was lost and then I heard the
heavy pounding of footsteps running toward me. I opened my eyes and
saw the werewolves slink back into the trees, one by one. When I
turned to my right, three Krieger were coming up on me fast;
weapons drawn. Oh shit! I was in trouble now, because Dragus was in
the front, flanked by Ashby and Rowland.
They swarmed and made a triangle around me,
all facing out; their shoulders touching. I felt like a three-sided
warrior sandwich. How the hell was I going to get out of this one?
I couldn’t lie now; Dragus has probable cause to listen to my
thoughts. If I wouldn’t let him, he would get a court order and
then I would probably end up in a judge’s office. A hassle I did
not want to deal with.
“Everything is okay, Krieger . They’re
gone,” I sighed heavily.
“Charity,” Dragus’ accent thickened, which
was bad. “What happened? Are you hurt?” He reached for me as if to
check me over inch by inch.
“No!” I snapped. “Let’s go inside and get
this over with.” It took a lot of work, but I managed to push
Dragus out of the triangle. I stifled a giggle when he grunted,
obviously frustrated. As we walked toward the house, Ashby and
Rowland escorted us with guns drawn watching the tree line. I knew
it was pointless for them to be on guard, but there was no way I
was going to waste my breath telling them different.
Once inside in the living room, Dragus sat in
my recliner. I pulled a stool over in front of him and sat
down.
“What happened out there?” he demanded. Ashby
and Rowland sat quietly on the couch; Rowland held a notepad and
pen, transcribing our conversation. Ashby tinkered with a handheld
video camera; obviously meant to catch every moment of the
questioning. He pointed the contraption at me and I heard the beep;
not needing to look to see if it was recording.
“Go ahead and read my mind. I don’t like
repeating myself,” I huffed.
Dragus looked at the Ashby and said, “Note,
Charity Harwood, has given verbal approval for me to read her
thoughts. I will translate.” He turned toward me and placed a palm
on each one of my temples. I closed my eyes and relaxed.
It was a little odd having my thoughts read;
it was like watching my memories replayed on DVR. Dragus repeated
every moment I had been with Adam Castillo. Even the plan to feed
him; I knew Dragus had seen that part, because he laughed.
Just as I saw my reaction to when I first saw
Dragus, being pulled out of my thoughts, I pulled back releasing
his hands from my head. I glared at him. He was trying to find out
what I thought of him. Jerk! I heard the beep of the camera and
knew I was not on tape; so I lit into Dragus.
“You asshole! What was that?” I whispered,
trying to keep this conversation between us. I heard a muffled
sound and looked over to see Ashby trying his best not to laugh.
Rowland was carefully studying a very rare painting that was hung
over my fireplace. Dragus stood and spoke quietly to Ashby and
Rowland before dismissing them, so we could chat. Yeah, chat, my
ass! I was going to burst his bubble for sure.
Before I could rip him a new one, he grabbed
me by the top of my shoulders and pulled me to his chest. Oh, what
a chest it was. I absolutely forgot what the hell I was going to
say to him. My hands automatically pressed against his neck. Every
time I touched him, it was like a jolt of electricity to my heart.
I jerked my hand away from him, as if I had been stung, and looked
up into his eyes.
Those blue eyes searched mine, like he was
looking for my soul. He must have liked what he saw, because he
slipped both arms tightly around my waist and lifted me to his
mouth. He had too, because I was almost a foot shorter than
him.
Oh man, his lips were like the cashmere.
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