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Authors: Elisabeth Morgan Popolow
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ask for legal documents. I don’t know the purpose of this one, maybe to scare us off, but boy, Lily, you’re one tough cookie.”
“Why, thank you,” I said, hoping my cheeks weren’t deceiving my feelings. Sang’s praise flustered me.
Sang glanced at the dead body and shivered. “Rest in peace,” he whispered.
“Are we going to start what we came for?” Hira cracked his knuckles.
“Okay,” Sang said, “One…two…”
“Sang,” a male voice called. “What are you doing out here so late?”
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, what is it this time?
I craned my neck and saw a man on top of the building! He leaped down and landed a few feet in front of us.
I recognized his voice. He was the person who’d come to Sang’s apartment looking for me after I’d first awakened from being turned. Sang had hidden me in that fucking coffin and shushed him away.
Seeing him now, he seemed like someone from the medieval era. He was clad in breeches and a leather vest with a white, puffy, long-sleeved shirt. He had on heavy black boots and a sword fastened to his left side. His hair was almost as long as Darius’, a light, light blond. The cool thing about him was his eyes. They were mismatched—one blue and one red.
He was pretty.
“Caen, what’s up?” Sang greeted happily.
The other man looked at Sang with a sad face. “Sang,” he began, “Please go back home. Now. I’m not myself. I keep blacking out and ending up in weird places. I don’t want to hurt you. Forget NEXUS. I’ll send you some documents about it to Darius after you leave. Please.”
Sang was so perplexed. “What do you mean, Caen? Are you taking the drug?”
“No.” Caen replied with a grunt. “Something else is happening. Ah, I see that she is the one Darius turned. She’s beautiful, Sang.”
I definitely blushed this time, like hot coals.
“Go now, please,” the vampire begged.
Hira rigidly stood in front of him. “We have an order from our master and must complete it.”
Caen doubled over and bowed his head. “Go! Now!”
I was so confused, but I made my hands into fists and took Caen’s word. “Sang, Hira, let’s go. He said he’d send some documents to Darius. Come on.”
As I started to walk to the car, a strange energy enveloped Caen. Sang and Hira just stood there, dumbfounded. Or maybe not. Maybe they were hypnotized. Shit!
I rushed over and witnessed a dark purple aura surround Caen, and then he fell to the ground and passed out. I inched closer to and touched his cheek. “Caen?”
A hand shot out and grabbed me against him. He stood, and I did too. Caen’s one arm held me against his chest, and the other drew his sword. I could feel something different about him. The air surrounding Caen was thick with malice and haziness.
Sang and Hira snapped out of their trances and both shouted at the same time, “Lily!”
I struggled against him, but his grip was too strong. I bit his arm, and he didn’t even flinch. What was with him?
Caen raised his sword and an inferno of fire blasted toward Sang and Hira. In that instant, Sang ducked to the ground, and Hira shifted into a swallow and flew above the flames.
“Sang! Hira!” I shouted in worry. Caen sheathed his sword and placed his left hand over my mouth, and I wasn’t stupid enough to make muffled cries like girls do on those cheesy TV horror movies. I wasn’t an idiot.
Sang’s crimson eyes burned like Caen’s fire, and he rushed forward, dodging the flames with precise accuracy, and right before he was going to punch the man in the face, Caen held me up as a protective shield, and Sang had to quit.
I thought about how helpless I was, and how I didn’t want to be the stereotypical girl who had to be saved from the big bad wolf. I concentrated my energy into my muscles, saw a bright pink aura surround me, and broke free of Caen’s grasp. I sprinted to Sang and Hira, and we jumped into the car.
“Going so soon?” Caen smirked and jumped onto the
“Why, thank you,” I said, hoping my cheeks weren’t deceiving my feelings. Sang’s praise flustered me.
Sang glanced at the dead body and shivered. “Rest in peace,” he whispered.
“Are we going to start what we came for?” Hira cracked his knuckles.
“Okay,” Sang said, “One…two…”
“Sang,” a male voice called. “What are you doing out here so late?”
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, what is it this time?
I craned my neck and saw a man on top of the building! He leaped down and landed a few feet in front of us.
I recognized his voice. He was the person who’d come to Sang’s apartment looking for me after I’d first awakened from being turned. Sang had hidden me in that fucking coffin and shushed him away.
Seeing him now, he seemed like someone from the medieval era. He was clad in breeches and a leather vest with a white, puffy, long-sleeved shirt. He had on heavy black boots and a sword fastened to his left side. His hair was almost as long as Darius’, a light, light blond. The cool thing about him was his eyes. They were mismatched—one blue and one red.
He was pretty.
“Caen, what’s up?” Sang greeted happily.
The other man looked at Sang with a sad face. “Sang,” he began, “Please go back home. Now. I’m not myself. I keep blacking out and ending up in weird places. I don’t want to hurt you. Forget NEXUS. I’ll send you some documents about it to Darius after you leave. Please.”
Sang was so perplexed. “What do you mean, Caen? Are you taking the drug?”
“No.” Caen replied with a grunt. “Something else is happening. Ah, I see that she is the one Darius turned. She’s beautiful, Sang.”
I definitely blushed this time, like hot coals.
“Go now, please,” the vampire begged.
Hira rigidly stood in front of him. “We have an order from our master and must complete it.”
Caen doubled over and bowed his head. “Go! Now!”
I was so confused, but I made my hands into fists and took Caen’s word. “Sang, Hira, let’s go. He said he’d send some documents to Darius. Come on.”
As I started to walk to the car, a strange energy enveloped Caen. Sang and Hira just stood there, dumbfounded. Or maybe not. Maybe they were hypnotized. Shit!
I rushed over and witnessed a dark purple aura surround Caen, and then he fell to the ground and passed out. I inched closer to and touched his cheek. “Caen?”
A hand shot out and grabbed me against him. He stood, and I did too. Caen’s one arm held me against his chest, and the other drew his sword. I could feel something different about him. The air surrounding Caen was thick with malice and haziness.
Sang and Hira snapped out of their trances and both shouted at the same time, “Lily!”
I struggled against him, but his grip was too strong. I bit his arm, and he didn’t even flinch. What was with him?
Caen raised his sword and an inferno of fire blasted toward Sang and Hira. In that instant, Sang ducked to the ground, and Hira shifted into a swallow and flew above the flames.
“Sang! Hira!” I shouted in worry. Caen sheathed his sword and placed his left hand over my mouth, and I wasn’t stupid enough to make muffled cries like girls do on those cheesy TV horror movies. I wasn’t an idiot.
Sang’s crimson eyes burned like Caen’s fire, and he rushed forward, dodging the flames with precise accuracy, and right before he was going to punch the man in the face, Caen held me up as a protective shield, and Sang had to quit.
I thought about how helpless I was, and how I didn’t want to be the stereotypical girl who had to be saved from the big bad wolf. I concentrated my energy into my muscles, saw a bright pink aura surround me, and broke free of Caen’s grasp. I sprinted to Sang and Hira, and we jumped into the car.
“Going so soon?” Caen smirked and jumped onto the
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