“Do
it, son. She’s the last one of her kind.”
John slowly shook his head. Do what?
He never broke our gaze. “You know I can’t do that, father. She
wouldn’t have much of a chance at all.”
The Marshal tried to convince him, “She would be happy with you.
Better you than one of those common mutts.”
I hated him talking about me like I wasn’t standing right here. How
would the Marshal know who I would be happy with?
Another thump landed nearby, and a man asked, “Someone like me?”
I glanced over at the newcomer. Bad idea. Samantha, John, and Marshal
all yelled, “No!”
||||
She could have been the ugliest woman in the world, and John’s reaction
would have been the same. The girl’s scent hit him seconds before he saw her
eyes, and it was all he could do to maintain control of his body. She smelled
exotic and welcoming. Never before had he felt the deeply dark need to take and
control a woman. His mind and body fought for dominance as he stared into her
wild white eyes.
This woman was the best because she was the only known folium, so why
was he hesitating? It would be so easy to Take her. A coat covered wings that
he knew were white, and it would give him enough of a head-start to cross the
distance between them and restrain her from fleeing. She wouldn’t have a
chance.
John was talking with his father, but he barely understood the words
that left his mouth. All of his attention was on this girl in front of him.
It sealed the girl’s fate when his dad said, “She would be happy with
you. Better you than one of those common mutts.”
Even though John had always dreamed of a long true chase with lots of
competition, his body didn’t care that this chase wouldn’t last long. His
instincts knew that she was the one. He was the fastest and strongest lullary , and his body wanted this rare girl so badly that, for the first time in his
life, he lost control.
Just as he felt the powerful rush of a chase, someone landed near him.
John would have heard the intruder approaching much sooner if he hadn’t been so
preoccupied with the scene in front of him.
He saw the girl’s gaze shift from his before the man’s words
registered. Peter was here, and Peter was about to start a chase that would
bind the last living folium.
“No!” John cried out, but it was too late.
Part IX
Don’t do it, Jacque! The
voice of reason finally spoke up, but it was too late. My head turned, our eyes
locked, and my fate clicked into place. At least I had my answer. Someone else could make another person run. John ceased to exist as I noticed a set of brown
wings and light brown eyes darkening to black before my only thought was, run!
What was going on? I saw a blur of a malicious smile as I took off in
the opposite direction. My instincts took over, and I was sprinting faster than
I had thought possible. My legs were accustomed to the thick pull gravity had
on everything back home, but here I felt light and nimble. This coat was suffocating
me, so I threw it off on the run. I wasn’t quite sure where I was headed, but I
didn’t care. I was fearful and exhilarated at the same time. It had been so
long since I’ve allowed myself to run, and it felt amazing. The wind flew by my
face, and my feet pounded on soft, cushiony grass. The world was a blur.
Someone was running behind me.
I couldn’t hear him through the roaring in my ears, but I could feel a
presence following. He was getting closer. I needed to move faster. A fence
appeared. I leapt, clearing it by a good three feet. The edge of the field was
in front of me. My mind wanted to stop and turn around, but my body kept
running.
There was a cliff! Stop! I kept running. The cliff was twenty feet away. A yell. A scream. Stop,
someone said. Was that me? Ten feet. Another yell. My legs moved faster. He was
gaining. It was exhilarating. Who was in charge of my body? Rational me would
have stopped. My new instincts were in control. Five feet.
it, son. She’s the last one of her kind.”
John slowly shook his head. Do what?
He never broke our gaze. “You know I can’t do that, father. She
wouldn’t have much of a chance at all.”
The Marshal tried to convince him, “She would be happy with you.
Better you than one of those common mutts.”
I hated him talking about me like I wasn’t standing right here. How
would the Marshal know who I would be happy with?
Another thump landed nearby, and a man asked, “Someone like me?”
I glanced over at the newcomer. Bad idea. Samantha, John, and Marshal
all yelled, “No!”
||||
She could have been the ugliest woman in the world, and John’s reaction
would have been the same. The girl’s scent hit him seconds before he saw her
eyes, and it was all he could do to maintain control of his body. She smelled
exotic and welcoming. Never before had he felt the deeply dark need to take and
control a woman. His mind and body fought for dominance as he stared into her
wild white eyes.
This woman was the best because she was the only known folium, so why
was he hesitating? It would be so easy to Take her. A coat covered wings that
he knew were white, and it would give him enough of a head-start to cross the
distance between them and restrain her from fleeing. She wouldn’t have a
chance.
John was talking with his father, but he barely understood the words
that left his mouth. All of his attention was on this girl in front of him.
It sealed the girl’s fate when his dad said, “She would be happy with
you. Better you than one of those common mutts.”
Even though John had always dreamed of a long true chase with lots of
competition, his body didn’t care that this chase wouldn’t last long. His
instincts knew that she was the one. He was the fastest and strongest lullary , and his body wanted this rare girl so badly that, for the first time in his
life, he lost control.
Just as he felt the powerful rush of a chase, someone landed near him.
John would have heard the intruder approaching much sooner if he hadn’t been so
preoccupied with the scene in front of him.
He saw the girl’s gaze shift from his before the man’s words
registered. Peter was here, and Peter was about to start a chase that would
bind the last living folium.
“No!” John cried out, but it was too late.
Part IX
Don’t do it, Jacque! The
voice of reason finally spoke up, but it was too late. My head turned, our eyes
locked, and my fate clicked into place. At least I had my answer. Someone else could make another person run. John ceased to exist as I noticed a set of brown
wings and light brown eyes darkening to black before my only thought was, run!
What was going on? I saw a blur of a malicious smile as I took off in
the opposite direction. My instincts took over, and I was sprinting faster than
I had thought possible. My legs were accustomed to the thick pull gravity had
on everything back home, but here I felt light and nimble. This coat was suffocating
me, so I threw it off on the run. I wasn’t quite sure where I was headed, but I
didn’t care. I was fearful and exhilarated at the same time. It had been so
long since I’ve allowed myself to run, and it felt amazing. The wind flew by my
face, and my feet pounded on soft, cushiony grass. The world was a blur.
Someone was running behind me.
I couldn’t hear him through the roaring in my ears, but I could feel a
presence following. He was getting closer. I needed to move faster. A fence
appeared. I leapt, clearing it by a good three feet. The edge of the field was
in front of me. My mind wanted to stop and turn around, but my body kept
running.
There was a cliff! Stop! I kept running. The cliff was twenty feet away. A yell. A scream. Stop,
someone said. Was that me? Ten feet. Another yell. My legs moved faster. He was
gaining. It was exhilarating. Who was in charge of my body? Rational me would
have stopped. My new instincts were in control. Five feet.
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