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they would be over, and there was nothing she could do about it. He wasn’t hers anymore.
“It’s not,” he said. His voice was so cold and his shoulders tensed as he jammed another T-shirt into the bag. “I don’t want another vamp. I don’t want this mark.” He turned to her then, finally meeting her square on and she gasped. His shaggy light brown hair that fell into his deep brown eyes didn’t come close to hiding the vicious intensity that shone through them. His muscles flexed along with his stubble -roughened jawline, and the form fitting white T-shirt he wore showed just how much he had toned up while living with her vampire family. He’d always had firm muscles, but now they seemed to ripple with the slightest bit of tension. The strength she saw there should have been at least a little comforting, but it wasn’t. Not to her. Not when she knew that with a flick of her wrist, she could end his life, and so could his soulmate.
Angelle pulled in a deep breath, and let her eyes wander over him until they settled on the soul’s mark that had appeared on his neck just a few days ago. It looked like a tattoo, a figure eight with a solid line passing behind the bottom loop.
White-hot hatred swelled in her belly, and suddenly she had a fierce urge to rush out, find Amelia, and kill her. That damn mark was her fault. It was Amelia’s fault Derek had killed himself, and now, it was Amelia ’s fault that she was losing Tyler. Her hands trembled slightly as the rage increased, sparking over her skin, and she forced herself to breathe.
Angelle didn’t understand what was happening to her. Over the last few days, her emotions had been all over the place, especially when it came to Tyler. If she hadn’t known better, she would have sworn he was hers. That’s what it felt like. Blinding jealousy, uncontrollable anger, crazy possessiveness. She felt exactly like she had when she had first met Derek. But she knew that that wasn’t possible. Her soulmate had died the final death, and vampires never get second chances. Tyler belonged to someone else.
“We’ll figure it out,” she said pleadingly. Tyler’s jaw clenched as he shot her another cold look, and then he went back to packing. She stood there for a long second glaring at his back, waiting for him to say something, anything, but it didn’t come, and she shouted, “You can’t just take off like this! You can’t hunt your soulmate!”
“As far as I’m concerned, you’re my soulmate.” He didn’t look at her as he said it, but the emotion that she heard in his voice was just as consuming as the emotion she was sure was painted on his face right then.
“You’ve always known that I wasn’t,” she said, stepping towards him, and placing a hesitant hand on the center of his back. He stiffened for a second, but then relaxed into her touch. “I never hid it from you. We always knew this could happen. It’s why I never changed you.” Tears bit at her eyelids as she spoke the words that she didn’t want to believe. She wanted him to be hers. She wanted it more than she wanted to live. Tyler was perfect in every way. He was tentative, caring, sweet, strong. He had a backbone, standing up to her family, even to Mitchell. And he loved her. There was no doubt in her mind that he did. Tyler never hid his feelings, not from her, and he had made sure to tell her every day for the last nine months how much she meant to him.
“Angelle, just stop it,” he said, spinning around and facing her. “Stop! I can’t deal with this.” She tried to look away, but he cupped her face with his calloused hands, forcing her eyes back up to meet his. His voice softened a little as he said, “I don’t want someone else, and I’m not going to let some bloodsucker take me away from you. It’s not happening.”
“You won’t be able to do it when you find her,” she said,
“It’s not,” he said. His voice was so cold and his shoulders tensed as he jammed another T-shirt into the bag. “I don’t want another vamp. I don’t want this mark.” He turned to her then, finally meeting her square on and she gasped. His shaggy light brown hair that fell into his deep brown eyes didn’t come close to hiding the vicious intensity that shone through them. His muscles flexed along with his stubble -roughened jawline, and the form fitting white T-shirt he wore showed just how much he had toned up while living with her vampire family. He’d always had firm muscles, but now they seemed to ripple with the slightest bit of tension. The strength she saw there should have been at least a little comforting, but it wasn’t. Not to her. Not when she knew that with a flick of her wrist, she could end his life, and so could his soulmate.
Angelle pulled in a deep breath, and let her eyes wander over him until they settled on the soul’s mark that had appeared on his neck just a few days ago. It looked like a tattoo, a figure eight with a solid line passing behind the bottom loop.
White-hot hatred swelled in her belly, and suddenly she had a fierce urge to rush out, find Amelia, and kill her. That damn mark was her fault. It was Amelia’s fault Derek had killed himself, and now, it was Amelia ’s fault that she was losing Tyler. Her hands trembled slightly as the rage increased, sparking over her skin, and she forced herself to breathe.
Angelle didn’t understand what was happening to her. Over the last few days, her emotions had been all over the place, especially when it came to Tyler. If she hadn’t known better, she would have sworn he was hers. That’s what it felt like. Blinding jealousy, uncontrollable anger, crazy possessiveness. She felt exactly like she had when she had first met Derek. But she knew that that wasn’t possible. Her soulmate had died the final death, and vampires never get second chances. Tyler belonged to someone else.
“We’ll figure it out,” she said pleadingly. Tyler’s jaw clenched as he shot her another cold look, and then he went back to packing. She stood there for a long second glaring at his back, waiting for him to say something, anything, but it didn’t come, and she shouted, “You can’t just take off like this! You can’t hunt your soulmate!”
“As far as I’m concerned, you’re my soulmate.” He didn’t look at her as he said it, but the emotion that she heard in his voice was just as consuming as the emotion she was sure was painted on his face right then.
“You’ve always known that I wasn’t,” she said, stepping towards him, and placing a hesitant hand on the center of his back. He stiffened for a second, but then relaxed into her touch. “I never hid it from you. We always knew this could happen. It’s why I never changed you.” Tears bit at her eyelids as she spoke the words that she didn’t want to believe. She wanted him to be hers. She wanted it more than she wanted to live. Tyler was perfect in every way. He was tentative, caring, sweet, strong. He had a backbone, standing up to her family, even to Mitchell. And he loved her. There was no doubt in her mind that he did. Tyler never hid his feelings, not from her, and he had made sure to tell her every day for the last nine months how much she meant to him.
“Angelle, just stop it,” he said, spinning around and facing her. “Stop! I can’t deal with this.” She tried to look away, but he cupped her face with his calloused hands, forcing her eyes back up to meet his. His voice softened a little as he said, “I don’t want someone else, and I’m not going to let some bloodsucker take me away from you. It’s not happening.”
“You won’t be able to do it when you find her,” she said,
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