I shook my head clear of the wanton thoughts and managed to stutter out, "What are you doing to me?""Why did you come here?""You could have just let me bury my father in peace. I was going to come back".He smiled, fangs flashing "To the first question, I'm doing absolutely nothing to you. I haven't even begun.""To your second question, I'm here to claim what is mine"."And to your last statement Dalia", he let out angrily, his fingers learning my lips "when I give you the benefit of a doubt, don't fucking prove me wrong".I was struck again, not able to speak or think about any other thing but the presence towering over me."I'll let you bury your father", his fangs elongated as he leaned down to my ear and the lights in the bathroom began to flicker."And after that I want no complaints from you".Somehow that statement seemed to release my vocal cords as what Sacha and Kane had said earlier came to mind."When?" I asked and Jacob straightened, his magnificent eyes boring into me
It was raining.Light drops of water pouring forth from the sky and darkening the heavens. It was raining in November.Another first.I looked into the mirror, staring at my grief stricken face.My father was to be buried in two hours.He was truly and actually dead.I was now an orphan.I felt the tears roll down my face in trips. My parents were all gone, even though my dad hadn't treated me like a human worthy to work this earth in the last days of his life, he had still been my dad.And now he was really going to be put into the ground.And I did not know what to do. I stared into the mirror again, my hair was packed back away from my face, I was clad in a black romper with white striped lines and I cleaned my face, splashing some water to cool my eyes. I couldn't go out there looking like that, they would sense that something was wrong. And the facade I had been putting up would crumble.Lucky for me, Sacha had thought to bring clothes for the funeral when I had told her to
My eyes grew wide as I stared at the tall dark haired man, watching his devious eyes bask in the shock on my face.Siti stood there, dressed in a black suit, a far difference from his usual black parka and the rest.He was smiling.What the hell was he doing here, I screamed in my head. My body was boiling with anger and the murderer just stood there with a sly smile."I would love to give a brief compendium of my friend, Rafael Paul", Siti began, his tone mocking and derisive.I clenched my hands by my side as I felt Kane lean down to my ears."Do you know him?", Kane whispered.They knew of the name but they had probably never seen him and now here he was. I had told them of the house scare that had occured when everything started going haywire with my dad, the name that had been painted in blood when I had gotten home to a shambles house.Should I tell them?"No", I shook my head, still watching Siti."Rafael and I have been friends since way back. We were practically joint at th
I said goodbye to Kane and Sacha, hugging them as Sacha whispered in my ear"I hope the bastard would let us visit you or let us visit you".I chuckled at that. I didn't even know where his house was, so I doubt he would let them visit.Jacob liked his privacyOr he was overly security conscious."I would talk to you guys everyday".Kane faked a sniffle, "oh my. You're going to be having sex with the hottest man on planet Earth. I'm so jealous of you right now".I gave him a look and he stopped his whining, his eyes laughing at me."Would you like to trade positions?""I would", his eyes glinted. "But the king of vampires doesn't want me. He wants your banging hot bod".I shook my head, "Jacob doesn't want me. Like want me want me. I'm like a notch in his trophy or the daughter of the man who owes him millions of dollars…", I trailed off, because that was exactly my situation.Kane rolled his eyes at me and I frowned, "Don't you think you'll be in a body bag dumped in an alley by now?
The birds chirped happily, their little noises rousing me from my sleep as a ray of sunlight sifted into the room through the slightly opened window and rested on my face.I groaned, squeezing my eyes forcefully.I wasn't ready to wake up.When that wasn't working, I carried a pillow and covered my face, wishing the sleep would come back.Huh?This didn't feel like my pillow.I opened my eyes groggily and stared at the gold embroidered pillow atop my face as everything came rushing back to me at once.That's right.I was in Jacob's house now, under his protection.In his own terms, his property.I sat up almost immediately, wincing at the headache that galloped through my head from the forecful way I had sat up.Not this early morning, I groaned as I looked around the bedroom.I couldn't remember how I had gotten here.But I remember the car scene, when Jacob had walked out on me.I still wondered what the hell that was all about.A knock sounded on my door and I sighed.It begins.E
2"We don't have all day", Jacob let out harshly, his eyes still transfixed on mine, hot and soul searing.I took the seat next to Sydney, wondering who the rest of the seats were for. I was just trying to keep my mind from the intimidating presence at the head of the table.The door opened and Alec entered, dressed in his usual garb, a black vest with dual scabbards cross attached at the back and black cargo pants.Who wore swords to a meeting?His eyes looked hard as he quickly took a seat next to Claude.I would love to know their story.What inspired their loyalty? What inspired them to stick by Jacob?I protect those who are under my wings.Jacob's words came back to me and I subtly glanced at him from under my lashes, my heart skipping an abnormal number of beats as I studied his clean face. His high cheekbones, his smooth skin, his arched brows, his hair that my hands itched to touch and that mouth.I wanted that mouth all over me."Dalia", a voice sounded and I broke out of m
~Jacob's pov~I smiled, "We won't know until she goes through the change"."But you feel it, don't you?" Sydney prodded and I tapped my foot against the floorboard of the car, wondering how much farther to the councillor's office."I don't feel anything", I growled. Anything except mad and raging lust and the stupid fleeting feeling of care I had showed her yesterday evening. That wasn't going to repeat itself for sure."Come on", Sydney rolled her eyes, her liquid silvers piercing me with a stare. "You can't say she doesn't get under your skin"."In precisely the same way you're getting under mine now. With your incessant prodding", I retorted, imbibing ice into my tone for her to know I was being serious.But Sydney was Sydney.Annoying as shit."What are you going to do if she's actually the one?"I sighed, "I doubt the fates would be so kind as to grant me my true mate after eight hundred years".Sydney sat back, considering what I had just said. I couldn't believe it myself.Th
Attorney Jim Toole was not in his office, so we were heading to his home in the heart of the city. Driving at a blinding speed, I held the seat belt to my chest as Claude drove past stoplights in his red Audi, winding past cars like a maniac as he throttled on."I think the whole point is to be alive by the time we get there", I gritted out as Claude took an unplanned swerve, causing me to hit my head against the windowpane and I winced, turning to glare at Claude.The smug bastard shrugged and took another unplanned swerve, "We need to get there if we are hoping to prevent another casualty".I sat back, he was right.The ambulance had whisked Judge Locke's body away and the police had locked off his office as a crime scene, but not before I grabbed all the papers, the ones that looked substantial and stuffed them into my tote.I had shown Claude the note and his eyes had deepened in their depths with a ferociousness. Hence why he was driving like a maniac to get to Attorney Toole.