LOGINAnother plot twist. Isn't it strange that Rebecca was able to send a text even when she's in captivity. what's going to happen next?
Kieran's POV “We can't stay here for much longer,” Beau says.I pile my plate high with slices of cheese, fresh fruit, and thick chunks of bread. The dish of softened butter has practically become a permanent fixture beside me. I reach for my knife and spread a generous layer across the warm bread until it glistens.Across the table, Rebecca watches me in silence.A lone cracker and a single slice of cheese sit on her plate, exactly where Beau had placed them, untouched. She hasn’t so much as reached for either of them.She shifts uneasily in her chair, her fingers twisting together in her lap before her gaze cautiously drifts to Caius.I think he terrifies her. Well he terrifies everyone so it's understandable.“We've been keeping a close eye on Evans’ group,” Beau continues when no one responds. “To put it lightly, they feel the act of retrieving Rebecca was an act of war and it's one they would like to rectify.”Rebecca’s focus shifts to Beau and their eyes lock. The hunger in
Kieran's POV Footsteps approach me, clunky and rushed. No voice accompanies the sound. Warm fingers curl around my arms, shaking me awake. My eyes flutter open. Her panicked gaze stares back at me, just inches away from my face. Red hair curls around Rebecca's lovely chin.“Kieran!” she whispers frantically. “Kieran”I open my eyes wider, and her arms are around me a moment later. Her grip gets tighter and tighter, as if she thinks I'll vanish into thin air if she loosens it.“I knew it wasn’t a dream. You saved me. You really saved me.”Fresh tears spring to her eyes. Their saltiness burns my cheeks as she plants kiss after kiss along my forehead.“Rebecca,” I grunt. “Argh. Get off me!”I give my friend a gentle shove, pushing her onto the empty space of bed beside me. She slinks her arm around mine and cuddles into my side. It’s already been three days since I saved her from Evans’ captivity and still every night we go through this same charade.“I’m sorry,” she whispers, sniffling
"K-kieran?" she croaks.I keep my eyes on the task at hand, cutting the rope back and forth. The thick material burns the skin of my fingers. Everything in me wants to look up and throw my arms around her. To assure her that everything will be alright. But I can't.Beau warned me how little time I have to get us safely out of here and I can’t ruin it now.“Kieran…” she whispers, weak and breathless. “You...you need to get out of here. It’s...not safe here. Get out...please.”The first rope breaks and feeling a rush of success, I move onto the next. Beau urges me to hurry and I work past the pain of my aching hands. When the second rope breaks, I crawl to the back of the chair. I pause for a brief moment and wipe my sweaty hands down the length of my pants. “I’m almost done,” I say to Rebecca, and she twitches at the sound of my voice.“K-kieran? Is that you?”She's disoriented. What horrors has she experienced during her time here? What have they done to her?Anger keeps me moving fo
Isolation settles over my shoulders like a frozen cloak, its icy fingers sinking deep into my bones as I creep across the uneven ground. Dead grass gives way beneath my feet with a muted crunch, its brittle blades clinging stubbornly to the soles of my shoes as though trying to drag me back with every cautious step.My gaze sweeps the perimeter while my ears strain to catch the slightest disturbance. A chorus of crickets chirps somewhere in the darkness. During the last few nights, their song had been strangely comforting but tonight, it only feeds my anxiety.What if someone hears them and decides to step outside?Beau and I have walked this route countless times, memorizing every turn, every crumbling fence, every patch of overgrown weeds. But tonight, it feels utterly unfamiliar. My ear piece crackles to life.“Kieran, can you hear me? Give me a thumbs up if you can hear me, please.”Beau’s familiar voice whispers against my ear. Despite my fury and disappointment, I know that tr
Kieran's POV For the next few days, my immortal companions and I settle into a routine, traveling back and forth between Caius’s home and the hidden safe house under the cover of darkness. I spend the days sleeping, waking only occasionally. Every so often, I gather enough courage to quietly offer Caius my blood. Every single time, he refuses. At night we travel back to the hideout, and they send me closer and closer to the home where Rebecca is being held captive. Each night my mission changes. First I had to scope out the land, checking for traps, cameras and guards. The next night I was assigned the task of studying Rebecca's holding room. Last night was spent testing out my ear piece as I moved from place to place. But tonight? Tonight is the night I finally get to save her. “How close can we get?” Caius whispers to Beau. Beau studies the map we’ve created in silent contemplation. His long, slender fingers slide across the wrinkled paper. I know they want to travel wit
Kieran’s POV The next morning, Caius jostles me awake. “Human,” he mutters. “Wake up. We have to move.” Before I can make sense of his words, he scoops me into his arms, giving me no chance to protest or become fully awake. Sleep clings stubbornly to me, and I drift right back into it, cradled against his chest as he carries me through the fading darkness. I don’t stir again until Caius gently sets me on my feet. He glances over his shoulder, making sure Beau is still with us. A heartbeat later, Beau appears in a blur of motion, his crimson eyes gleaming as they slice through the predawn gloom. I curl into myself, narrowing my eyes as I struggle to make out the world around us. It suddenly makes perfect sense why immortals claim the night. Darkness is where mortals falter, where exhaustion clouds our judgment and fear sharpens every shadow. I glance around the area with hesitant curiosity. I can still see the forest we cleared just minutes ago. Its billowing trees stand tall, t
Kieran's POV All I can hear is the pound of blood rushing against my eardrums. What's going on? Is this a mistake? Am I dreaming? Yes! This must be a dream and any second now he'll pull away from me and I'll wake up with a hard and strained dick. My vampire's tongue pushes into my mouth. His tong
Kieran's POV Somehow, I find the worst kind of sleep. I alternate between succumbing to a fuzzy slumber only to get started awake whenever I hear something from outside. I can't manage to get comfortable, and a layer of goosebumps are taken over my forearms. When sunlight begins to make its way t
Caius' POV My human wouldn't meet my gaze, his blood pumping harshly against his chest fills my nostrils and I swallow harshly. I know he doesn't understand my strange reaction to his idea. I don't understand either. “I did not mean to frighten you.” I said to him as softly as I could man
Kieran's POV My Vampire stares at me with a strange look filled with secrets that I don't think I can ever uncover. “Kiss you?”he repeats. “Why do you want this from me, human?” Because even though I hide behind my sass and anger, I've craved you ever since we had our first kiss. Because havi






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