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crunch of snow, every squirrel and bird, until he was certain that none
of the sounds came from his family and no one had followed him.
Exhaling a pent-up breath that he hadn’t
even known he was holding in, Eric leaned back against the tree, his legs
dangling on either side of the branch, and closed his eyes for just a moment.
The air was frigid and crisp. Eric sucked
in a few deep breaths, watching his breath puff out in smoky clouds. He had
never been much of a planner and now was no different, he guessed, since he
really hadn’t thought of much more than getting out of the house undetected.
He looked at the snow-covered ground shimmering below him under the brilliant sun,
and raked his hands through his hair.
Plan … Plan … Plan … I need a plan. He knew he couldn’t just sit in a tree all day, but now that he
was, he really didn’t know where to go from there. How do you find a dream?
The whole idea seemed ridiculous, really. Because of some vengeful witch, his
soul had been taken from him the moment he had become a vampire, and it had
joined with his soulmate.
Soulmate. I like the sound of that, he thought, and felt his lips stretch into a wide smile. And
because she had his soul, he was connected to her. I can call her to me …
no, not her, her spirit …
Megan? Eric
thought the question, feeling a little foolish. Megan, can you hear me?
He had never really tried to call her before, it had just kind of happened, and
he wasn’t entirely sure if it would work, even though Mitchell had told him he
could do it.
He waited, holding his breath and keeping
his eyes glued shut, for what felt like ages. It was then that he realized how
quiet she had been over the last hour or so, and his heart twisted and
squeezed. He had been so focused on out running his family, who Eric was
confident were tracking him, that he hadn’t realized that Megan had stopped …
“Eric? Where am I?” Megan asked, her voice
groggy, and then she shrieked, an ear-splitting sound, and Eric’s eyes flew
open.
Megan straddled the tree branch directly in
front of him. Her body was rigid; her white knuckled hands gripped the branch
as if her life depended on holding on. Her stunning green eyes were wide with
panic, and her beautiful heart was beating like a frenzied drum roll.
“Isn’t it obvious,” Eric said, and
smirked. He reached out, prying her hands from the tree bark, and held them
tightly. “You’re in a tree, of course.”
Megan laughed. It was forced, and it came
out in a quick burst, but the sound sent waves of pleasure over his skin. “How
did I get in a tree?” she asked, smiling. “And why is it that every time I
close my eyes you magically appear?”
“You’re just lucky, I guess.” Eric’s voice
was thick with emotion. She still thinks I’m a dream. The thought made
his stomach sink. Maybe that was a good thing, he tried to convince himself,
but it hurt all the same. He let go of one of her hands and brushed a loose
curl from her forehead, letting his fingertips linger on her cheek. Megan
blushed, a rosy pink, and a delicate giggle escaped her lips. He wanted to
savor the moment, hold onto it, and never let it go. Too bad for him, his
mouth didn’t feel the same. “Megan, who’s chasing you?”
“Excuse me?” Megan asked, looking
surprised. She blinked, and lifted a questioning eyebrow.
For a split second, Eric considered telling
her everything. About the curse, and the witch, and their entwined souls, but
instead, he bit his tongue. She had enough to be scared of; she didn’t need to
know that she was tied to a vampire—not yet. They could deal with that when he
found her. “Who’s chasing you?” he asked again, softly, encouragingly.
“How … how … how …” she stammered. She
scrunched her forehead and her little button nose, and she narrowed her eyes at
him. She let go of his hand and started to cross her
of the sounds came from his family and no one had followed him.
Exhaling a pent-up breath that he hadn’t
even known he was holding in, Eric leaned back against the tree, his legs
dangling on either side of the branch, and closed his eyes for just a moment.
The air was frigid and crisp. Eric sucked
in a few deep breaths, watching his breath puff out in smoky clouds. He had
never been much of a planner and now was no different, he guessed, since he
really hadn’t thought of much more than getting out of the house undetected.
He looked at the snow-covered ground shimmering below him under the brilliant sun,
and raked his hands through his hair.
Plan … Plan … Plan … I need a plan. He knew he couldn’t just sit in a tree all day, but now that he
was, he really didn’t know where to go from there. How do you find a dream?
The whole idea seemed ridiculous, really. Because of some vengeful witch, his
soul had been taken from him the moment he had become a vampire, and it had
joined with his soulmate.
Soulmate. I like the sound of that, he thought, and felt his lips stretch into a wide smile. And
because she had his soul, he was connected to her. I can call her to me …
no, not her, her spirit …
Megan? Eric
thought the question, feeling a little foolish. Megan, can you hear me?
He had never really tried to call her before, it had just kind of happened, and
he wasn’t entirely sure if it would work, even though Mitchell had told him he
could do it.
He waited, holding his breath and keeping
his eyes glued shut, for what felt like ages. It was then that he realized how
quiet she had been over the last hour or so, and his heart twisted and
squeezed. He had been so focused on out running his family, who Eric was
confident were tracking him, that he hadn’t realized that Megan had stopped …
“Eric? Where am I?” Megan asked, her voice
groggy, and then she shrieked, an ear-splitting sound, and Eric’s eyes flew
open.
Megan straddled the tree branch directly in
front of him. Her body was rigid; her white knuckled hands gripped the branch
as if her life depended on holding on. Her stunning green eyes were wide with
panic, and her beautiful heart was beating like a frenzied drum roll.
“Isn’t it obvious,” Eric said, and
smirked. He reached out, prying her hands from the tree bark, and held them
tightly. “You’re in a tree, of course.”
Megan laughed. It was forced, and it came
out in a quick burst, but the sound sent waves of pleasure over his skin. “How
did I get in a tree?” she asked, smiling. “And why is it that every time I
close my eyes you magically appear?”
“You’re just lucky, I guess.” Eric’s voice
was thick with emotion. She still thinks I’m a dream. The thought made
his stomach sink. Maybe that was a good thing, he tried to convince himself,
but it hurt all the same. He let go of one of her hands and brushed a loose
curl from her forehead, letting his fingertips linger on her cheek. Megan
blushed, a rosy pink, and a delicate giggle escaped her lips. He wanted to
savor the moment, hold onto it, and never let it go. Too bad for him, his
mouth didn’t feel the same. “Megan, who’s chasing you?”
“Excuse me?” Megan asked, looking
surprised. She blinked, and lifted a questioning eyebrow.
For a split second, Eric considered telling
her everything. About the curse, and the witch, and their entwined souls, but
instead, he bit his tongue. She had enough to be scared of; she didn’t need to
know that she was tied to a vampire—not yet. They could deal with that when he
found her. “Who’s chasing you?” he asked again, softly, encouragingly.
“How … how … how …” she stammered. She
scrunched her forehead and her little button nose, and she narrowed her eyes at
him. She let go of his hand and started to cross her
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