into red-orange flames, which seems to make Amon falter back in surprise.
It's all the advantage I need.
I swing my sword at him relentlessly, never letting up until I have him backed up to the railing of the verandah. He's strong, but I'm stronger, a fact he doesn't seem to realize until it's too late. I suddenly see my opening and slide the flaming blade of my sword straight into his gut. Amon falls to his knees before me yet doesn't seem ready to give up so easily. He lifts his sword and swings it at me desperately. I’m able to dodge his attack by teleporting behind him. He yanks my blade out of his torso just as my hands burst into blue flames. I wrap my fingers tightly around his neck.
I want him to die, not only to save my own life but to make him pay for what's happened to Auggie and my father. If I can't wreck my vengeance on Levi, Amon will do.
With one thought, I wish him dead, gone from this life forever.
Amon screams just before he disintegrates into what looks like black ash at my feet.
A pain, stronger than any I have ever felt, sears through the lower portion of my back, causing me to double over from the torture and fall to the ground. I scream as it lights every nerve in my body on fire with no end in sight.
I'm not sure how long I lay there writhing in agony. It's not until a cool, gentle hand cups one side of my burning, tear-stained face that I feel even a modicum of relief. The pain is so excruciating and debilitating, I can't even force my eyes open when I feel strong arms lift me up from the ground and cradle me against a bare, brawny chest. I lay my head against the man's shoulder welcoming the comfort I feel because I simply don't have the strength to do anything else.
“I've got you, Anna,” I hear the man say to me. The timber of his voice is deep and soothing to my soul. “I've got you.”
CHAPTER six
I hear the heels of the man's shoes click against the granite of the verandah and then move onto the softer sounding marble in my sitting room. He finally lays me down on what feels like my bed, but even the softness of it causes me unending agony when my back touches it. The man seems to understand where it is I'm hurt and turns me onto my side instead.
“Hold still,” he instructs gently, and it's only then that I realize I'm crying so hard that my whole body is shaking uncontrollably.
I feel him pull apart the magnetic closure on the back of my dress and hear him take in a sharp breath.
“What the hell...” I hear him say in a startled voice, obviously not understanding whatever it is he's found on my back.
I can't ask what's wrong because I can barely draw in a breath much less speak.
I feel the tips of his fingers glide down the center of my spine, bringing with them a much needed coolness to my flesh. His touch brings me relief, and I'm finally able to take in a deep, shuddering breath. His fingers circle something at the base of my back causing me to wince involuntarily because the skin there is so tender.
“Sorry,” he says, and I feel him pull his hand away.
“No,” I beg, “don't stop. Your touch is the only thing making the pain bearable.”
His fingers return and he gently strokes my back up and down, wiping away my hurt with each pass over my skin. Minutes pass and the pain finally becomes manageable enough for me to stop squeezing my eyes shut so I can open them again.
“Thank you,” I breathe, relishing in the feel of his skin against mine, a sensation I've never experienced before with a man.
“I'm not sure I'm really helping that much,” he says, sounding doubtful that his simple ministrations are doing anything to assist in the healing process.
“You're helping more than you know,” I tell him, closing my eyes once again but not because of the pain this time. I'm simply enjoying the feel of his touch and don't want him to stop.
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It's all the advantage I need.
I swing my sword at him relentlessly, never letting up until I have him backed up to the railing of the verandah. He's strong, but I'm stronger, a fact he doesn't seem to realize until it's too late. I suddenly see my opening and slide the flaming blade of my sword straight into his gut. Amon falls to his knees before me yet doesn't seem ready to give up so easily. He lifts his sword and swings it at me desperately. I’m able to dodge his attack by teleporting behind him. He yanks my blade out of his torso just as my hands burst into blue flames. I wrap my fingers tightly around his neck.
I want him to die, not only to save my own life but to make him pay for what's happened to Auggie and my father. If I can't wreck my vengeance on Levi, Amon will do.
With one thought, I wish him dead, gone from this life forever.
Amon screams just before he disintegrates into what looks like black ash at my feet.
A pain, stronger than any I have ever felt, sears through the lower portion of my back, causing me to double over from the torture and fall to the ground. I scream as it lights every nerve in my body on fire with no end in sight.
I'm not sure how long I lay there writhing in agony. It's not until a cool, gentle hand cups one side of my burning, tear-stained face that I feel even a modicum of relief. The pain is so excruciating and debilitating, I can't even force my eyes open when I feel strong arms lift me up from the ground and cradle me against a bare, brawny chest. I lay my head against the man's shoulder welcoming the comfort I feel because I simply don't have the strength to do anything else.
“I've got you, Anna,” I hear the man say to me. The timber of his voice is deep and soothing to my soul. “I've got you.”
CHAPTER six
I hear the heels of the man's shoes click against the granite of the verandah and then move onto the softer sounding marble in my sitting room. He finally lays me down on what feels like my bed, but even the softness of it causes me unending agony when my back touches it. The man seems to understand where it is I'm hurt and turns me onto my side instead.
“Hold still,” he instructs gently, and it's only then that I realize I'm crying so hard that my whole body is shaking uncontrollably.
I feel him pull apart the magnetic closure on the back of my dress and hear him take in a sharp breath.
“What the hell...” I hear him say in a startled voice, obviously not understanding whatever it is he's found on my back.
I can't ask what's wrong because I can barely draw in a breath much less speak.
I feel the tips of his fingers glide down the center of my spine, bringing with them a much needed coolness to my flesh. His touch brings me relief, and I'm finally able to take in a deep, shuddering breath. His fingers circle something at the base of my back causing me to wince involuntarily because the skin there is so tender.
“Sorry,” he says, and I feel him pull his hand away.
“No,” I beg, “don't stop. Your touch is the only thing making the pain bearable.”
His fingers return and he gently strokes my back up and down, wiping away my hurt with each pass over my skin. Minutes pass and the pain finally becomes manageable enough for me to stop squeezing my eyes shut so I can open them again.
“Thank you,” I breathe, relishing in the feel of his skin against mine, a sensation I've never experienced before with a man.
“I'm not sure I'm really helping that much,” he says, sounding doubtful that his simple ministrations are doing anything to assist in the healing process.
“You're helping more than you know,” I tell him, closing my eyes once again but not because of the pain this time. I'm simply enjoying the feel of his touch and don't want him to stop.
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