his face into the angelic beauty she remember standing in the fire. The one she thought was an angel. “You and loverboy would live happily ever after, working endless jobs and paying mortgage. You’d never learn to materialize and I’d be miserable for eternity without you.” The smile disappeared. “Damn, I sound sappy.”
“I’m not talking material anything, Dom. I’m serious. My collector is lost. Who would I collect? How many souls do I need to take in? What if something goes horribly wrong, and I have no one with experience to turn to? They can’t take you away from me. I’ll talk to them and convince them to let you stay.”
“That’s really sweet of you, but when they make up their minds, there’s no stopping the decision they reach.”
“You say they? Who are you talking about?”
“The masters of us demons. They only get together when there’s a problem. I’ve decided not to tell them about you. If they feel threatened at all, I’m afraid of what might happen. That’s why I want you to
promise
me something.”
“What?” Marcella asked cautiously.
“Don’t forget about our connection. I know you don’t know me, but I feel like I’ve known you forever. It’s a very confusing feeling, but a part of me feels protective over you, and it has nothing to do with being mates. No matter what happens, I think our connection is a link I haven’t been able to decipher.”
“I won’t forget. I promise. But this is my fault. I can’t just sit back while they take you wherever they want.”
Jason’s fist pounded hard against the mattress of the bed making Marcella scream. He began to thrash and convulse while she helplessly held him down so he wouldn’t hurt himself.
“Dominic, is this normal? Should he be going through this much pain?”
“The pain is normal. The moving isn’t. He should be immobile, locked inside his body. Watch out.”
Marcella moved back while Dominic materialized restraints on Jason’s wrists and ankles. “That should hold him for now. If he changes, they’ll rip like tissue paper. That’s when the real fun begins. I’ve never actually seen a vampire hunt for prey before. Let’s hope poor Jason doesn’t kill anyone tonight.”
“He’ll feed from me,” Marcella said lowly. I’m sure I can shift to human if I have to. It’ll work to calm him down until we can find someone else.”
“I’m not sure that’ll work, but if all else fails, we’ll try. Hell, I’ll let him feed off of me too if that’s what it takes.”
Groans quickly turned into growls as the thrashing turned to violent jerks on the restraints. Marcella pushed the hair out of Jason’s face while she tried to sooth him. “Jason, it’s okay. I’m here. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Make it stop. The pain. Make it stop.”
“I’m so sorry, Jason.” Tears streamed down her face. She felt so helpless. There was nothing she knew to ease his pain. As the hours passed, Jason’s breathing decreased. The endless waiting was torture. At times he would gasp or let out a pain filled groan. For the last hour he remained quiet. It looked like he fought to stay breathing. A large intake of breath broke passed his lips. Marcella frantically grabbed at his shoulders.
“Wait. Jason, look at me. Jason!” She quickly slapped his face trying to bring him to, to make him wake up, even if the pain returned. “Jason.” The top part of his shoulders came off of the bed as she gave him a hard jerk. “Don’t do this to me.”
“He’s going to have to die, Marcella.” Dominic’s hand settled on her shoulder. “Just pray he comes back.”
The tears came down steadily making it hard for her to see. She’d been so focused on if he would die, she didn’t actually think about what it would look like when it happened. And it scared the crap out of her. Every fear she’d ever felt didn’t even resemble watching someone she loved slip away while there was nothing she could do.
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