Determination Of Survival

…Anastasia POV…

Well, if there is one time that I prefer to be flung over the shoulder of a man, then that would be just before Sebastian drops me down on the bed.

But at this very particular time, I find myself hanging across the back of one rather unpleasant smelling Bloodluster that seems to think he has taken some poor woman hostage. Though he had managed to rip a gash open on the exposed skin of my stomach when he so clumsily ripped me away from the rest of the group.

And once he had achieved this feat, he came rushing over this parking lot to get me as far away from Sebastian. Now I know that Sebastian will come looking for me with a great purpose, but I am tired of being the poor damsel in distress. Most of all, I do not want Sebastian to remind me that he has told me to sit on the sideline for this battle.

So with what can only be described as a cringe into my soul that I am lacking, I snap my head back and expose the razor-sharp tip