Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
He fell back, his grip on her unwavering. It was going to hurt, her fingers twitched and shots erupted from the barrel firing off into the night.
When he released her, she panted shifting as fast as she could to get the weight of her body off the arm still pushing the knives into his gut. Rolling to her left, she quickly got up on her knees and shoved up, refusing to release her hold on the weapon. Blood dripped down the blades on her right side.
Shaking her head to rid herself of the dots flickering more frequently, she expelled a huge breath and turned back to the battle as the moon began vanishing behind another wave of clouds.
She looked down and frowned as she watched another wolf streak up the hill to her. Not waiting for it to get closer, nor for the clouds to completely cover the moon, she lifted her gun and fired. Dianna didn’t stop until she emptied the magazine, dropping the rifle, she grabbed one of the three around her shoulders and started shooting again.
When it fell another took its place.
“Bring it mother fuckers!”
The moon was gone and she no longer had line of sight. Inching back until her heels hit the man she’d killed, she moved to where she could use him as a partial shield. Pressed to the body on the ground, her eyes began to flutter a bit. She still wasn’t fully healed and exhaustion nipped at her heels.
A growl to her left had her lifting and firing without hesitation. Then she fired to her right and lay flat seconds before something went over her head. Knowing it would hurt but beyond caring at that point, she shoved up with her right arm, raking the blades along his underbelly.
Are you fucking kidding me?
She’d just gotten a gut bath from the being that had tried to rip her throat out so she didn’t feel bad for surviving but she did feel like a hot, disinfecting shower was in order.
The hair on the back of her neck stood up and she lifted the gun once more.
“I’d prefer you not shoot me, baby.”
A sob of relief escaped her as he sank beside her and kissed her.
“Did you kill him?”
“No, the fucking bastard ran off to regroup. We’re getting you out of here. He and I will meet again, that much is certain.” He gathered her close and lifted her in his arms. “I’ve got you, mate.”
“I’m probably about to pass out but I wanted to make sure I said thank you for not dying out here and leaving me to fend for myself.” She pressed a small kiss to his neck before her eyes closed.
* * *
She didn’t hear a thing when she woke. Darkness surrounded her and she didn’t move, uncertain of where she was.
The warmth and lack of discomfort ruled out the icebox she’d been in but honestly, that didn’t mean she wasn’t still in danger. Something at the back of her mind brushed, lightly. Tenderly. Comfortingly.
The touch while unknown felt familiar.
Jeremy?
This place smelled like him, had the same earthy musk of his that never failed to turn her into a hussy. Even now, her body responded, growing slick in preparation. She wriggled her toes and on to her fingers where she realized a cast resided.
Damn it, she had broken that wrist.
Good news, I don’t feel pain right now.
Which meant she was drugged. Or she’d been out for far longer than she knew. Last thing she remembered was Jeremy sweeping her up and holding her against his hard chest as he said they were getting out of there.
She shifted only to freeze, she wasn’t alone in the room. Were she home, she would have a Glock beneath her pillow. The fact her wrist was in a cast meant it definitely no longer had knives strapped to it.
“You’re safe, mate.”
He wasn’t behind her, she didn’t have the weight of his body back there nor the heat he brought. The dark was all-encompassing and threw off her senses. Lunging up, she heaved a deep breath. A few breaths to calm her, she looked around the room and locked onto him once her eyes had adjusted to the dark.
He sat in a corner on the same side of the room as the bed she lay on. Jeremy lounged back in the chair, his legs spread as he stared at her, fingers steepled.
Wait a second, she didn’t have that good of vision. What the fuck was going on?
“Why are you over there?”
“Because you need rest.”
Not that much. Without a word, she waved him toward her. Dianna sucked in a deep breath as he unfurled his larger body and strode over the expanse of the floor to stand beside the bed.
Tipping her head, she looked up and up. She didn’t understand how she could make out his features, but she could. And she took advantage. Ran her gaze over him.