"Does that thing ever shut up?" Brad groaned at Izzie's phone as it flashed up with another annoying ding for what seemed like the hundredth time since they sat down, "When did you become so popular?"
Izzie shot him a pointed look, before turning her attention back to her strawberry milkshake. The three of them had stopped off at a late-night burger joint, Brad and Izzie had grabbed a booth while Jake was still stood outside animatedly arguing with the taxi firm over the phone. The restaurant was f
Everything seemed to happen within a split second. They never stood a chance.Jake was slammed back hard against a tree, rendering him unconscious and Brad was grabbed and hurled out of the trees before a hand closed around Izzie's throat.
She screamed loud and hard as pain exploded from her neck. She could feel his lips curl into a twisted smile at the sound and she felt hot trickles begin to run down her neck. She felt weak as he yanked her head sideways, driving his fangs deeper into her flesh. She had never felt so helpless in her entire life. At least when the wolf had bitten her she had passed out almost immediately. Not this time.
Izzie froze as his lips connected with hers. A war was raging inside of her as her body began to defy her logic once again. Her lips moved gently against his, she wasn't entirely reciprocating what she was getting, but again she wasn't pushing him away either. Even if she wanted to push him away, she didn't think her body would allow it. This was wrong, Cassius was engaged, he'd played her.
Everything moved so quickly that Izzie could barely comprehend what was happening. Cassius' face contorted in pain before he was swiftly rolled off of her, crashing to the floor with Brad on top of him. Cassius had been far too engrossed in the moment to hear Brad's approach and Brad had managed to take him off guard. Izzie felt her heart drop as she saw Brad raise her dagger above his head. "No!" she screamed, lunging for the end of the bed, her hands grasping out wildly for the dagger, but it was too late. Brad was already bringing th
"Can't we just kill him?" Cassius asked for like the fifth time since they'd started this conversation, earning him yet another panicked look from, the now bound and gagged, Brad."No!" Izzie and Jake chorused, pacing past each other in front of the chair that held Brad. The two of them were racking their brains as hard as they could to try and think of a way out of this. Killing Brad wasn't an option, it was always big news if an Elite was killed in action and there would be an extensive investigation into his death. Elites were t
Izzie's eyes fluttered open as she was roused from her sleep by a rhythmic buzzing sound. There were signs of daylight peeking out from underneath the living room curtains, and she glanced at the clock only to see that it was already one in the afternoon. Last night had been all kinds of intense and she felt hung-over this morning, not just from the alcohol but also from the stress of it all. It appeared that they had fallen asleep where they sat, as she could see Jake sleeping soundly on the other side of the room. He was sat on the floor in the corner, propped up by the walls with his head resting on his shoulder. Brad was asleep on the chair that he was still bound to, his head thrown backwards and loud snoring emitting from his gaping mouth. The position didn't seem
Izzie was so startled that she dropped the phone onto Cassius' lap as she jolted her head up to look at him. He was staring down at her with hooded grey eyes, tired but content. He groggily retrieved his phone from his lap, frowning at it and he sleepily fumbled for the unlock button."Why did you have my phone?" he asked, as he seemed to struggle to put his passcode in. It really didn't appear that Cassius was any good with phones. His expertise seemed to end at making calls although he had proven in the past that he could spam te
As it happened, hell found a way.Izzie sat staring at her own reflection in her bedroom mirror, only able to see the top left quarter of her head because of the angle. From what she could see (as well as feel) they had to be almost done. The stylist (that Cassius had hired) seemed to be just putting the finishing touches on her hair with spritzes of hairspray. Her gaze occasionally flickered over to the body bag that was hanging from her door.Alright, that was a little dramatic.