Total pages in book: 436
Estimated words: 415303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 2077(@200wpm)___ 1661(@250wpm)___ 1384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 415303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 2077(@200wpm)___ 1661(@250wpm)___ 1384(@300wpm)
"The hour grows late," he whispered against her temple. "Shall we go back to the castle?"
She pulled away and pouted. Her dark hair fell in loose waves all the way down to her waist. "Catch me first."
"Too easy."
"Do it!" She laughed than took off ridiculously fast.
Laughing, Ethan chased her into the forest.
It was impossible not to laugh with them, not to experience the love firsthand. It was so beautiful I wanted to weep, but I couldn't feel my face or any part of my body. Maybe I was dead. But at least I'd seen true love once. It was something I'd never forget — the way he held her, the way their hearts beat the same rhythm.
The scene changed.
She was in a large bed. The curtains were pulled back from the window, letting in the moonlight.
"A daughter." She held the baby up in her arms and grinned. "Ethan, we have a daughter!"
Ethan's face was pure awe as he took the small bundle in his hands and whispered against the baby's head. "So perfect."
"She is."
"We did it," Ethan said with tears in his eyes. "I cannot believe after all these years—"
The temperature in the room dropped.
"Quickly…" Her eyes were fearful. "Take her away from here."
"He would never harm a child." Ethan shook his head. "We can trust him."
"We can't!" she cried. "You've seen what they are capable of."
"Leave it!" he roared. "I will protect us."
The door to the room burst open as Cassius casually walked in, his eyes scanning the room with a cold detachment that caused me to shiver.
"So…" Cassius tilted his head; it looked animalistic. "You defy me?"
"She's half human," Ethan said. "You know the rules."
"The rules…" Cassius grinned. "…and you've broken them."
"No." Ethan shook his head. "That's impossible."
The woman in the bed started to cry softly in her hands.
"Maybe you should ask your wife where her loyalty lies."
"Ethan…" she sobbed. "I'm so sorry! It was the only way! It was the only way!"
Realization dawned in Ethan's eyes as he fell to his knees. "Tell me you didn't do this, my love… tell me!"
No more words were spoken.
I felt like my heart was breaking right along with his.
Cold green eyes met mine as if he truly knew I was there, in that heaven or hell, in the dream.
"Awake!" he screamed.
I jolted up from the bed in a cold sweat and confused, who carried me there? Ethan hovered over me, Stephanie rocked in the corner, and Alex paced the floor.
"It worked." Alex paused his walking, still not looking at me. "Thank God, it worked."
"Of course it did," Stephanie agreed; her eyes held such a deep sadness, my heart clenched in my chest. "Ethan…"
He shoved away from the bedside and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
"He won't hurt you." Alex gave me a sympathetic smile. "Just… give him time."
"Time?"
Stephanie nodded. "To get used to the idea."
"The idea of what?"
"You're his new mate." Stephanie stood, just as the sound of a man screaming in agony pierced my ears. "We'll leave you now."
Genesis
The door clicked shut, leaving me completely and utterly alone. I pulled the blanket up to my chin and gave another jolt when another guttural roar came from somewhere in the house.
Ethan.
The minute I thought his name, I reached to my neck to see if he'd bitten me like Mason. Nothing but smooth skin met my fingertips, though my entire body still felt frozen — as if Cassius had marked me with a frigid temperature or something. But that was crazy.
In fact, the whole scenario was crazy.
I'd left every belonging I'd had with my mother, thinking I'd probably see her after I met with the immortals — she hadn't given me reason to believe otherwise.
I had no cell phone.
No money.
Absolutely no identification.
And, up until this point, I'd thought I'd been chosen to work for some secret society that hated me — but needed me desperately.
Instead, I'd been scared within an inch of my life.
And bitten twice — or at least I assumed twice.
My fingers grazed my neck again.
Nothing.
Another yell, this one hoarser than the ones before, as if Ethan was losing his voice.
I shivered and watched the flames flicker in the fireplace. The room they'd put me in was extravagant. I was lying in a king-sized bed with sheets that felt like silk against my fingers. A flat screen TV was positioned next to the fireplace, and pieces of artfully chosen furniture in tans and brown were scattered around, making everything look like I'd just stepped into Pottery Barn.
You know, if Pottery Barn included screaming as their background music.
Was I just supposed to wait until Ethan was done having a nervous breakdown? I mean, what was the protocol? My stomach growled on cue, reminding me that I hadn't eaten anything all morning.
Well, maybe if I starved to death, they wouldn't have to worry about me anymore. It seemed I was causing more trouble than anything.