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“Hello, Amara. I have been… Expecting you.” He said in a mild voice. He stood up and he wasn’t as muscular as the others. He did have the ‘I am a strong person.’ look to him though. He looked at me then shook his head, his shaggy hair shifting from side to side. “Where are your clothes?” He asked. I realized his voice was captivating and I looked at Logan then back to there leader, Roland.
“I’m sorry…domnule. I was Hospitalized and the stupid Doctors cut my clothes off.” I shifted on my bare feet not caring if it sounded like I was whining. “All my clothes are home..” I sighed.
“Oh, I see. Hospitals are…Annoying. They don’t care what happens to your clothes. We will Supply you with new Clothes.” He smiled. “And shoes as well.” I saw him pause and rewind what I said. “Domnule?” He asked.
“Means Sir, domnule.” I grinned and he smiled faintly.
Logan bowed slowly then stood straight up. “Sir, she is bunking with me, is that okay with you?” Logan asked, keeping his dark blue eyes on Roland.
“Yes, that is perfectly fine.” He spoke with a calming ease to his voice. Logan bowed again then led me out of the room.
“Now to our room. I’m tired as hell.” He laughed slightly as we headed back down the hall we just walked through.
Something grabbed my leg suddenly and I screamed out as I was sent crashing to the floor. The thing dropped onto me and straddled my waist as I tried to squirm free. Logan growled as he was held to the wall next to me. I looked at the ‘thing’ and it was Alex.
“Alex.. Let her go or I will ******** Kill you..” Logan’s voice was tight as if he was holding his anger at a safe point. For all I could guess I bet he was.
Alex laughed, “I think not. Roland would be pissed if you killed his… servant.” I was staring at Logan, my eyes wide with fear, the pain in my back pulsing with a new ache, I must of tore a stitch. Alex lifted my shirt up and I looked back to him then slammed the palms of my hands into his chin and he swayed slightly. He looked back down at me and growled. “You b***h..” As he slapped me so hard I saw stars. Next thing I new I heard some one Screaming, was it me? I couldn’t tell if it was coming through my throat or not, I was still trying to get the room to stop spinning.
It was Alex who was screaming from near my feet but up in the air. I moved my head and everything swirled in my eyes. I saw enough to tell me it was Logan who got to Alex by the throat.
“Don’t kill me! Please! Don’t!” He was shrieking like his life depended on it. Hell, it probably did. He didn’t take Logan’s warning seriously, and as I watched, Logan’s grip seemed to tighten, turning Alex a sick blue color.
“I told you to let her go. Instead you intended to Rape her! Then you hit her, your lucky you didn’t break her Jaw.” Logan‘s voice sounded wire tight as he held him in the air, I looked to my left and saw the person that had Logan pinned to the wall on the ground. I suspected he was dead because of all the blood that was pooling out from his mouth.
“Logan, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Alex’s voice was shrill and really high pitched, making my ears hurt. I looked to Logan and Alex just in time to see Logan tear his throat out. Logan was a man of his word. Poor Alex, maybe he should of listened. Logan dropped Alex’s limp body to the floor and I was now sitting up, still trying to recover from being hit and trying to ignore the pain in my back all at the same time.
Logan looked down at me and his eyes were no longer that Dark blue. They were yellow now, hell, they were true wolf eyes. He knelt down in front of me and touched the side of my face that was slapped and I winced. Damn, it hurt.. I wonder how hard I was actually hit.
“You were hit pretty hard..” His voice answered for me, his eyes swimming back to normal as I watched them. I went to look to the man who was dead beside me and the room swirled away again. The next thing I knew I was falling backwards and arms wrapped around me. Then everything went and started to dim around the edges. The last thing I remembered seeing was Logan‘s concerned face.
When I opened my eyes I saw a wall right in front of my face. There was something cold on my neck. I touched what was on my neck and it was some sort of Rag. A hand closed over mine and I turned my head to see who it was the rag being taken away as I moved. It was Roland. That’s odd.. Where was Logan? Did he get punished for helping me?
It took me a few tries to even ask, “Gdzie jest Logan?” Where is Logan.
“Logan is out getting me first aid supplies. Since you are not a full Werewolf until the next full moon, you are very Vulnerable.” He took the Rag away then he turned me to my back and put another one on my forehead. Was I sick? I felt okay, except for my back, it was still throbbing slightly, but not as much as before. “He should be back shortly don’t worry.” His voice was still low and Captivating. I smiled slightly as he spoke. At the same time, wondering how he understood me.
“Dziękuję…” Thank you. My eyes closed and it felt like I was floating. I started to dream..
“Daddy where are we going today?” I asked. Dad..?
“We are going to the mall, sweetie.” He looked down at me as he swung my hand back and forth. I’m young again..?
“Okay! What are we going to buy?” I asked again as we walked into the mall. The past..?
“Stuff for your up coming Tenth Birthday.” We walked into a party store and a few guys in black watched us.
I giggled with enjoyment as I took off in front of him. “Can we buy everything?” I said with excitement as I looked at the toys.
My father laughed softly. “No we can’t, sweetie. We’re buying party Favors.” He said as he walked to the cups, plates, and utensils.
I picked up a doll that had blue hair and faire wings. I smiled and went to run to him when some one grabbed me. It was those guys who were dressed in black that had grabbed me…
I woke up with a scream and I heard distant voices as I was kicking my feet. I wanted to get away. I felt like I was being trapped.. Trapped by those same men. The men who took me away from my father!
“Amara! Amara! It’s okay, Calm down. Calm down.” It was Logan who was talking to me. I wrapped my arms around him and sucked in a deep breath as I started to cry. I didn’t want to cry but I was forever scared from that day at the mall. I was sweating slightly as I nuzzled into Logan’s chest and he stroked my waist long black hair. “What was it? A nightmare?” He asked and the only thing I could do was nod my head.
He would never know what it was like. He would never know the feeling. I lost something that day that should be in a girls possession until she was ready. Not have it ripped away from her like it was from me!
“Stay with her Logan. Something in her past is that Nightmare. Not a dream in its self.” It was Roland. I would be able to tell who he was by his voice alone. I heard him walk away after that, could he possibly know what happened to me in my past? I highly doubt he does. I felt Logan nod before Roland left and his arms pulled me closer to him.
“It’s okay now. I will not let anyone hurt you.. Never again.” Okay, I had a feeling Logan had a better idea to what happened then Roland. I pulled back so I could see Logan’s face and for once I could read his eyes. His eyes were full of worry and his face looked sad. He cupped my face in his hands and I flinched slightly. I noticed blood was coming from his cheek and I reached to touch it. But he turned his head so I couldn’t and I saw my hand, had I done it?
“Did I do that to your face..?” I asked softly and he nodded he turned his head so I could see his cheek. It was healed already. I wiped the blood from his cheek and there was no mark. “It’s healed.” He nodded again as if I asked a question.
“I’m a werewolf, I heal pretty fast.” He spoke and his southern accent was barely there now. I kept my eyes glued to his cheek then looked into his eyes, sighing I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist and pressed my face into his chest, breathing in his sweet musky scent. He stroked my hair whispering, “It’s alright.” Over and over.
I don’t remember much after that except the fact that he laid me down on my side and spooned me. Since he is a lot taller then me he curled around my back with no problem, it was like I was made to fit there. I pressed my back into his stomach and snuggled into the blankets. I was so tired I could barely feel the throbbing of my back anymore. I was to tired to really even think.
When I woke for the second time I was alone and it was still dark. Did I only sleep a few minutes? I don’t remember what time it was when I went to sleep. I sat up, then heard something rumble. It wasn’t my stomach, it came from outside. Oh god.. Even inside and I’m still petrified. Logan walked into the room and he looked at me as I watched him with wide eyes.
“What’s wrong, Amara?” I shook my head as thunder clapped loudly outside and I whimpered as I curled into a tight fetal position, feeling the pull of the stitches in my back. I was shaking now, to scared to even tell my phobia of Thunder. Logan dropped all of his things and laid next to me. He was calling my name… Telling me to stop. What was I doing for him to be telling me to stop? He pulled me into his lap and cradled me as I opened my eyes slightly.
Logan was looking at me, holding my wrists in his hand. His face was pale and when I could focus my eyes I saw and smelled blood. Was it mine, last time it had been Logan’s, but… “Who’s blood is that..?” I asked in a near whisper, not knowing if he heard me or not as he looked at me.
“It’s yours, Amara..” He spoke softly then more thundered rumbled, closer this time from outside, and I was the one who screamed. I was frantic on wanting to get away from it. The question was, how do you get away from something that is apart of Nature? Logan wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled a headset out of a drawer next to him. I was still trying to get away, struggling as much as I was, I was surprised I didn’t hurt him.
He gripped my arm hard enough it was going to bruise, he then put the headset on my head. All I could hear after that was music, loud music to be exact. I was looking at Logan and he pulled me into his lap with a paper in front of him. He had written, ‘What’s wrong, is it the thunder?’ I took the pen and wrote, ‘Yes.’ He held me close as I listened to the music.
After about an hour one of the most Random songs I have ever heard came on. I knew he didn’t touch anything, his arms never moved. I started to laugh and he turned me so I was facing him, probably to see my face. He mouthed, ‘What’s so funny?’ I couldn’t help but to giggle, I don’t normally giggle. It brought a frown to his face and I leaned in close, putting my ear against his so he could hear the song. When I pulled back he earned the look of being embarrassed. Logan shrugged his Gallant shoulders and smiled. I had enough courage now to take the head set off to ask why he had a song like, ‘Gummy bear’ on his Ipod.
“What’s with the Song?”
“It’s damn addicting, especially since it is in French.” He smiled and I couldn’t help but to smile back. I hated how this one guy effected me like this, but I was oddly okay with Logan doing that. It made me start to giggle again, but then I noticed it wasn’t thundering anymore and I tilted my head to the side like I was listening to voices no one else heard. He smiled and I knew he smiled only because I made it through the storm.
“It’s…” He spun me around and sat me on my knees so my back was to him. I was severely confused now. What the hell did he think he was doing? I was going to ask, but hell if I was going to ask the wall.
That’s when the shirt left me. I felt as Logan literally tore it off of me. I could feel panic rush through me and my pulse was rushing with it. I was scared, why did he yank the shirt so hard it tore from my body? I didn’t know the answer until I felt pinching pain, he was taking the stitches in my back out. Damn it, why was he doing this? He answered before I could ask.
“Now that your one of us, you will heal faster, the skin is already trying to heal over the stitches. You’re lucky I remembered they needed to come out.” As he talked he kept taking them out. I highly doubted he was using a tool like a knife or anything. Every time a stitch popped open it sent pain through my back and I shuddered. It oddly… felt good. Is that bad? I didn’t think pain could ever be enjoyable. He spoke again, “Almost” pop, “Done.” Pop, gees it was hurting worse the farther down he got. I felt I was shaking from pain and he put an arm around my waist to steady me. Yep, definitely not using ‘tools’ of the sort.
When the last one was pulled loose he said, “I’m sorry it took so long, but I had to do it sometime..” I only nodded, I didn’t trust my voice because I was still shaken about the whole ordeal. I also was not going to turn and look at him with no shirt on, hell, nothing on, I was sitting there on my knees, NAKED! I can’t believe he tore the shirt off of me, he could of pushed it up! I was beginning to get angry now.
I could feel the anger curl through me like a fire that is trapped in a burning building. I also felt something else curl with it, what was it? Was it bad or good? Who knew, I turned to face Logan and let him feel my anger. He blinked at me and his eyes widened, it was either him seeing me naked from the front or it was how angry I was. He seemed to be thinking really hard because his face went blank. He brought his eyes back to me and he asked, “Why are you so Mad?” I thought it was obvious but apparently he didn’t. I bet he was trying to act innocent, I wanted to hurt him. Hurt him? Where was that thought coming from? I didn’t just want to hurt him, I wanted to Kill him. Leave a bloody mess all over the room. The angrier I got, the more I thought about hurting or killing him. Now I didn’t understand why I was this mad but he reached out to touch me but pulled his arm back like he was shocked.
“Dlaczego jestem JA szalony? Czy to nie oczywisty?” Why am I mad? Isn’t it obvious. I was so mad I was speaking my native tongue. Polish. I asked and crawled towards him. Logan stunk of fear now, he was an Alpha and he was scared of me? I took a deep breath, my chest going out then in and he crawled back more. “You reek of Fear, Logan..” My voice sounded hoarse as I crawled towards him. Finally switching back to English.
“Amara… You need to control it.” He spoke as he now held his ground. I wanted him to run, run so I could chase him down. Chase him until I could sink my teeth into the back of his neck. I wanted to see his back, running from me. The thrill of it would be amazing. I wanted to hunt him, like a Wolf would hunt a Deer. I wanted to taste his blood in my mouth.
Before I realized what was going on I had him pinned below me and I was half way to his neck, I heard some one saying a name and my eyes rolled to look at him. Was it my name? His eyes were not his usual dark blue, they were that Yellow, gold color from earlier. He had his hands on my wrists and had them pushed away from him as far as he could go. That just enough kept me from reaching his neck. I started to get angry again. Why was I so angry? What was in me that was harboring this anger?
“Amara!” Some one yelled in a booming voice and I was seemingly snapped back to reality. I could feel Logan tense as I felt something, some ones arms wrap around my waist then lift me up off of him. I watched Logan as he got farther and farther away from me. I reached out to him then started to struggle in the person’s arms, trying to reach Logan. I didn’t want to tear his throat out anymore, I was scared about who had grabbed me. The more I seemed to struggle the tighter the arms got. I felt like I was going to be squeezed in half. I screamed. I screamed like it was all I could do. Logan just laid there and watched me, I still didn’t know who it was until a hand grabbed my face and made me look at the person. It was Roland. He was saying something and I couldn’t seem to hear him. I felt deaf. Why couldn’t I hear? Was it because of my screaming?
While I was looking at him I realized his eyes were the same color as Logan’s. He was still saying something, or I thought he was. I saw his mouth move but no sound. I felt something that fed the Anger curl back up and seem to Vanish. I whimpered like a lone puppy left out in the cold and dark, breathing heavily. I was very aware of my nakedness now but didn’t seem to care, I was more concerned to what just happened.
Logan was standing now, looking at Roland and me. I was still whimpering when Roland handed me over to Logan. He held me close and I noticed I stopped whimpering as soon as I touched him. I looked up at him and he looked down at me. His eyes were still a golden Yellow and Roland walked out. Man, he wasn’t a social person, was he?
“It’s okay, it’s okay..” Logan murmured softly and I became calmer. What was going on? What was happening to me? I went to ask but found I had no voice. He rubbed my head softly and I was now scared. What was wrong? Was I going to be okay? Why wouldn’t my voice function?
I tried to talk again but only succeeded in a pathetic squeak. It made me frown and Logan tilted his head to the side, like he knew what was wrong. He walked out of the room and down a hall I didn’t see when we first walked into his room. Where were we going? Oh, I saw it, we headed into a bathroom, why a bathroom?
Logan sat me down on the toilet, but he laid a clean towel onto it first before he sat me down. Smart man. It took him a second to pry me off of him as he went to pull away. He reached into a cabinet and pulled a plastic cup from it. I watched him closely, following his movements as he turned the faucet on and he glanced at me. He let it run cold I presumed then he filled the cup half way and handed it to me. At first I was confused to why he just handed me cold water, but I took it anyways. What else could I do? Slap it out of his hand and scream no? Nah…I chose taking it.
He motioned for me to drink it as he sat on the side of the Tub. I looked at him and was almost knocked over to how big the tub was. The tub was made of Marble and had… It was like a Jacuzzi, hell I think that’s what it was. I drank the water and locked my eyes with Logan’s. His eyes molded back to the dark blue and it was awkward to watch, were my eyes going to do that?
“You feeling better?” I guess he was implying, ‘can you speak?’. So I figured, why not? I gave it 100 percent and went to speak.
“Yeah.” I sounded hoarse and I went to clear my throat but it stung, ouch. Logan watched me and I realized I was still naked, oh hell. Covering my chest with one of my arms I crossed one leg over the other to let it dangle and I could feel myself flush.
“You need to take a bath.” he said, “A nice long one.” He smiled as he turned on the edge of the tub and turned the water on. It was like he didn’t care that I was shy of being nude around him. I think he was used to seeing naked people. I’d have to ask, but I wanted to try that Jacuzzi out.
“A long bath sounds…relaxing.” I smiled as I pulled my knees up to my chest putting my feet on the toilet as I watched him. I felt slightly exposed, well slightly was a light way to put it. Watching Logan swish the water in the ‘tub’ gave me a crazy urge to shove him into the water. I started to smile and knew if he saw me he would probably know what I was planning. So I scooted from the toilet seat to just behind him. I could tell Logan knew I was there because his whole back tensed.
“Amara? What…” I didn’t let him finish the sentence, I shoved him into the tub but he whirled around on the edge just in time to grab my arm. Damn it, I was hoping he would go in alone. We both fell into the ‘tub’ and he surfaced with me over him my hair fanning out in the water. I was blinking past the water that was running over my face as he started to laugh. “Nice try.” I couldn’t help it, I started to laugh with him but flinched as my throat protested.
That’s when the tub started to over flow and he lurched forward as he shut the water off. He went to stand but one look from me was probably what brought the confusion to his face. “What? I’m soaked and Jeans don’t do good wet, they are heavy and.. Irritating.” He grinned then stripped his shirt off, his back to me, making a show of it. I wasn’t aware of how muscular he was until I saw his upper body. The pants he was wearing fit him nicely, he had the body of a weight lifter. Yum.
He took good care of his body, and I was staring. Oh great. His smile broadened and I was betting it would reach his eyes. He rung the shirt out and I was staring at his arms and shoulders. The muscles moved under his skin as he worked most of the water from his shirt. It was like he was flexing so I could see all of his muscles move at once. Show off. I thought with a mild smile on my face. I still haven’t seen his chest or stomach so I risked a glance in the Mirror.
He had a huge jagged scar that stretched from his collar on the right side of his body and down to his left hip. Holy, it was an impressive scar. He tossed the shirt to the sink and I caught him looking at me in the mirror, how much was I staring? Shrinking deeper into the warm water I looked back at him and he looked down at me. I was wondering by then, will his pants go as well? Logan turned to face me and the scar was pinkish, how new was it? And how did he get something that would kill any normal human?
He answered for me, like he was reading my mind, “It’s a year old.” he said, “I got it from a fight with another Alpha. I fought and earned the position I have now.” He sat down on the tub’s edge. I was shocked, it must of took a long time to heal. He was looking down at me with his deep blue eyes, making me want to squirm, what was he looking at? My chest? He stood back up then and went to step out of the tub but I made a soft sound in my throat. That stopped Logan from going any farther. “Do you want me to stay? If so I have to strip to my boxers.” I nodded then frowned slightly.
“Have?”
“Yes have, they are itchy, and irritating.” I bet he was referring to his water soaked jeans. He smiled as he undid his pants and slid out of them. It sounded like a towel being torn. That’s an awful sound for wet jeans to make. His boxers were black and not snug to his body, well, they were slightly snug because he was wet. But I was so happy they weren’t the boxer briefs. I would probably be caught staring again, sad, but true. He slid back into the water and flipped a button which made the water bubble, was it just bubbling? It didn’t feel only of bubbles. No, it was a Jacuzzi, I knew it! It had the water jets to and I planted my back against a bunch of them, ignoring the slight protest as I sunk into the water. Logan laughed as he mimicked me. I went down into the water so only my nose and eyes were above the water and he did the same. I smiled and he did to, damn it, he was mimicking me!
I went under the water and then surfaced, pushing my hair out of my face and saw enough to see him pushing hair he didn’t have back. It made me laugh, god, I needed to laugh so badly. He moved closer to me and I blushed, I don’t know why, did I invite him to do something? Oh god, what was he doing? He was still coming towards me as I felt his legs brush mine then he tensed.
“You smell… Different.” He said as his eyes swam back to that Golden yellow. I smelled different? What the hell did that mean? He must of read the confusion in my eyes because he got closer then inhaled deeply. His chest moved out in an eye catching way as my breath stopped coming.
He looked so handsome with his black hair cut short on the sides and long on the top. His jaw was the most perfect thing I have ever seen. It made the blush creep up my face more and he leaned back enough to look at me. He grinned. “You smell like you have already shifted.” He frowned. “But you have not yet shifted.” His frown deepened and he nestled himself between my legs while he sat on his knees. “I think it was when you got angry, the.. Wolf in you is still new and probably fed on the chance to get out by how mad you were. The demon who attacked you must of chosen you for some reason…” He touched my hair, it was long enough that it was floating freely around me like a black mass.
“Is it bad that I smell like I have shifted, but haven’t?” I asked as I watched him touch my hair.
“I don’t think it is bad, but we should keep you calm and happy until the full moon. After your first you will have more control then you do now.” He smiled softly as he spoke. He let my hair go and he went back to his side of the tub, sloshing the water about. He laid against it and relaxed. I closed my eyes slightly and watched him relax, letting my mind wonder over the last two days events.
A knock came at the door a good time later and I jumped. Logan laughed slightly then said, “Come in!” The door opened slowly and I gave Logan a death glare as I moved towards him then clung to his side. I made sure I was snug beside him, hidden behind his arm. Yeah, there might have been bubbles, but they weren’t soapy. It was just air bubbles from the jets, disappearing as soon as they appeared.
The person who walked in made my jaw drop. A girl with hair as long as mine walked into the room. Her hair wasn’t black though, it was blond, a brilliant blond that made me gape. She looked older then 28 though. I was betting she was almost 30 or over it was hard to tell. I saw out of the corner of my eye Logan bow his head slightly. Was that Roland’s Mate? Her jaw line was narrow but looked good on her, she gave a huge smile that said she was either a happy person or she lied about the smile. I didn’t like her from the start, it was like she was the walking Devil. A chill ran down my back as I cowered behind Logan, hoping he would keep me safe.
“You must be Amara. My name is Lillian.” She spoke in a soft yet strong voice. She knelt by the tub and I literally glued myself to Logan, he gave a low chuckle that sounded like a growl and a laugh. Was he warning her? God, who knows! Lillian took her hand back, placing it on her chest as she growled back at Logan.
What I heard come out of her mouth should not of come out. Something that sounds like that doesn’t work in a human throat. It only showed more of her seemingly dark side. “Back down Logan, I’m your Alpha, your Dominant. Mess with me and I’ll take her away.” Oh, that hit it home. I could feel skin prickling stuff vibrate off of them both. It was like they were trying hard not to shift into their wolf counter part. What was going on? Were they going to shift here and now? Get into a huge fight over me?
“No, Lillian, I do not want you to touch her. If I knew it was you I would of said no to you even coming into the Bathroom.” He said and it didn’t even sound like his voice. It was like he was straining from grabbing her. In fact, I could feel his body tense and that squashed me into the tub. Moving around made him push me into the wall more and I whined slightly. He was grinding my buttocks and hips into the tub walls, which hurt. It felt as if I was stuck under a boulder.
“I said back down, and that means cut the s**t with your power! I don‘t care if you‘re second, she‘s mine!” She reached past Logan to me so fast I yelped when I saw her move. She grabbed my arm and everything swam, like she invaded my body. My vision Was blurry as I heard a crack followed by a scream. I was then being held up, by who? I couldn’t see straight. Groaning from the on coming head ache, I listened to the two argue.
“I said not to ******** touch her!” Logan yelled and the next thing I heard was, “Roland!” Being bellowed. I felt pain, pain in my arm and I started to struggle against his hold, it felt like my arm was broken. I could finally see as my vision cleared. What I saw was Lillian on the ground cradling her arm, was that the crack sound? Was I feeling what she felt? The next thing I saw was Logan’s back, He had shifted us, the water sloshing as he placed me behind him, his hands gripping my forearms.
We heard foot steps in the hall and Logan moved me again, chomping down on my lip he placed me in front of him as he then wrapped his arms tightly around my upper body. I could see better now, I was still standing, Logan holding me flat against his body like I molded to him naturally. I realized I was feeling what Lillian felt, I also felt blank, like something was trying to wipe me clean. I knew it, she had invaded my body, what type of Werewolf power was that?
“You Bast…” Lillian couldn’t finish because Roland was in the door and we both were staring at him. He reached down to grab her and she growled. I echoed her growl against my will and Logan tensed again. Roland looked at me and anger filled his face, his eyes, his arms strained and he grabbed her by the throat. Why was he mad? I even felt his strong hands around my, her throat.
“Why did you do this Lillian? You always want stuff you can’t have! Release her, Lillian. Release her, now! She belongs to Logan, not you!” I finally understood why I felt her pain and echoed her. Something about her touch made me.. I guess apart of her, or of the sort. I was like a ghost of her body, damn it! I didn’t want to be like this! Lillian still growled and it brought a growl from my throat. I couldn’t stop it, I felt my body strain against Logan’s arms as I tried to get out of the tub. I could see Roland glance back at me but his grip tightened on his Mate’s throat.
I was having trouble breathing now and both Lillian’s and my hands went to our throats. He said again, but in a low voice that sounded more growl then anything, “Let. Her. Go.” His words were clipped off.
Lillian whimpered then and so did I. I didn’t like this one bit, I didn’t like how I was tied to her. I didn’t like it at all. I was starting to really dislike, Lillian. I closed my eyes and willed myself to stop doing everything she did. Easier said then done. I was feeling light headed because Roland was still gripping her throat and I could feel my knees wanting to buckle. She was being held in the air I was standing here, feeling like I was in the air with her.
“Roland, do something fast. I can feel Amara slipping away.”
“I know Logan, she is to stubborn for her own good.”
“I know sir..” Logan said in a soft voice as my knees buckled and he caught me. I felt something like fear go through him. Why was he scared? Why did he even really care? He didn’t know me that well to care one bit for me.
Everything was getting blurry again, around the edges at least. The last thing I felt was something snap, like a thin line breaking and Roland sighing. Then everything sort of floated from my view. Logan’s face in the mirror fading with everything else.
 Archeops · Thu Apr 03, 2008 @ 11:49pm · 0 Comments |
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