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Authors: Arial Burnz
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return in a moment.”
In a whirl, her attacker yanked her to her feet and turned her to face him, his hands biting into the fresh bruises on her arms made by Ian when he held her against the stables. Vision-blurred and her mind still reeling from the encounter, she managed to steady herself and soon the summer night air filled her lungs once more. She breathed in hungry gulps.
“There you go, lassie.”
Fear jolted her body and she fought with the man holding her captive against him. A molten silver glow in the pupils of his eyes drew her into their depths, and she calmed. A wave of curiosity and confusion flooded through her when her eyes settled upon his familiar face—that hawk-like nose, those emerald-green eyes, that fiery-red hair. Had her Broderick come back to rescue her at last? She pushed against his chest to gain some distance from his face for a better view of him.
Nay. This face appeared younger, his jaw not as wide, his cheekbones not as chiseled. I have lost my mind! She should be frightened senseless in the arms of her attacker, and yet she wondered if he was the man she longed for since her youth.
The danger in his eyes transformed to confusion as this dark stranger searched her face. Clutching her hair, he pulled her head back. A cry escaped her lips as he pulled the hair against the lump on her head. She was forced to gawk at the black sky and pregnant moon above. She held her breath as his mouth latched onto her throat, and sharp teeth pierced her tender skin. A brief pain…then an unexpected, warm flow of pleasure streamed through her veins, and she collapsed against him with a moan, falling into euphoria.
This man—this creature—probed her mind, a seductive invasion of her thoughts, learning everything about her as he drank. Within moments, she relived the pleasures of her childhood, the frustrations of her youthful womanhood, and the fantasies of her Gypsy dream lover. These distant memories of Broderick came rushing forward and surrounded her…the exotic aroma of the incense, the heady presence of his heat, the fluttering of her belly at the sight of him.
Davina relived the night she met Broderick.
“What do you see, sir?”
Their faces were very close as his deep voice cautioned her. “I cannot lie to you, lass. Doing so would be a disaster.”
“A disaster?”
“Aye.” His emerald eyes bore into hers. “Times ahead will not be pleasant. But you must not lose faith. You have much strength. Draw on that strength and hold tight to what is most dear, for that is what will bring you through these troubled times that are yet to come.”
“What will happen, sir?” she pressed.
“‘Tis unknown to me. I know not the specifics. The lines on the palm do not reveal such details, only to say that strife is in your future. Just remember what I told you. Hold tight to your vision of strength.” The rest of her memories leading up to this moment in time, quickened by and brought her back to the despair she experienced today.
Aye then. Let this stranger drink the life flowing through my body. Let him do what I cannot bring myself to do. I will have peace at last and die in the arms of the man who I imagine, for the moment, is the one I love. In the seconds from the time he’d latched onto her throat until this moment, serenity engulfed her.
The stranger broke from her and dropped her to the ground. Davina’s neck throbbed. Her head churned from the rapid memories swirling through her mind, displaying her life like a poorly performed play.
Scrutinizing his hazy image beginning to clear, she discerned him tip his head back and laugh maniacally. “After two decades of searching, I finally have what I have been looking for!” He knelt down before her and cradled her face in his palms. “God doesn’t look well upon my kind, so I can only credit the Dark Lord himself for bringing me such a prize!” He breathed deep, his smile growing. “As sweet as your blood is, my dear lady,”
In a whirl, her attacker yanked her to her feet and turned her to face him, his hands biting into the fresh bruises on her arms made by Ian when he held her against the stables. Vision-blurred and her mind still reeling from the encounter, she managed to steady herself and soon the summer night air filled her lungs once more. She breathed in hungry gulps.
“There you go, lassie.”
Fear jolted her body and she fought with the man holding her captive against him. A molten silver glow in the pupils of his eyes drew her into their depths, and she calmed. A wave of curiosity and confusion flooded through her when her eyes settled upon his familiar face—that hawk-like nose, those emerald-green eyes, that fiery-red hair. Had her Broderick come back to rescue her at last? She pushed against his chest to gain some distance from his face for a better view of him.
Nay. This face appeared younger, his jaw not as wide, his cheekbones not as chiseled. I have lost my mind! She should be frightened senseless in the arms of her attacker, and yet she wondered if he was the man she longed for since her youth.
The danger in his eyes transformed to confusion as this dark stranger searched her face. Clutching her hair, he pulled her head back. A cry escaped her lips as he pulled the hair against the lump on her head. She was forced to gawk at the black sky and pregnant moon above. She held her breath as his mouth latched onto her throat, and sharp teeth pierced her tender skin. A brief pain…then an unexpected, warm flow of pleasure streamed through her veins, and she collapsed against him with a moan, falling into euphoria.
This man—this creature—probed her mind, a seductive invasion of her thoughts, learning everything about her as he drank. Within moments, she relived the pleasures of her childhood, the frustrations of her youthful womanhood, and the fantasies of her Gypsy dream lover. These distant memories of Broderick came rushing forward and surrounded her…the exotic aroma of the incense, the heady presence of his heat, the fluttering of her belly at the sight of him.
Davina relived the night she met Broderick.
“What do you see, sir?”
Their faces were very close as his deep voice cautioned her. “I cannot lie to you, lass. Doing so would be a disaster.”
“A disaster?”
“Aye.” His emerald eyes bore into hers. “Times ahead will not be pleasant. But you must not lose faith. You have much strength. Draw on that strength and hold tight to what is most dear, for that is what will bring you through these troubled times that are yet to come.”
“What will happen, sir?” she pressed.
“‘Tis unknown to me. I know not the specifics. The lines on the palm do not reveal such details, only to say that strife is in your future. Just remember what I told you. Hold tight to your vision of strength.” The rest of her memories leading up to this moment in time, quickened by and brought her back to the despair she experienced today.
Aye then. Let this stranger drink the life flowing through my body. Let him do what I cannot bring myself to do. I will have peace at last and die in the arms of the man who I imagine, for the moment, is the one I love. In the seconds from the time he’d latched onto her throat until this moment, serenity engulfed her.
The stranger broke from her and dropped her to the ground. Davina’s neck throbbed. Her head churned from the rapid memories swirling through her mind, displaying her life like a poorly performed play.
Scrutinizing his hazy image beginning to clear, she discerned him tip his head back and laugh maniacally. “After two decades of searching, I finally have what I have been looking for!” He knelt down before her and cradled her face in his palms. “God doesn’t look well upon my kind, so I can only credit the Dark Lord himself for bringing me such a prize!” He breathed deep, his smile growing. “As sweet as your blood is, my dear lady,”
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