Shiloh seemed almost amused as we listened to the fight outside. Messiah was grunting and cursing outside. Something bumped into the side of the van when Shiloh pulled out a cigarette.He lit it with a flicker of flame on his finger and I gasped.“You…You can make fire.”“I can do a lot of things,” he said and took a deep breath, breathing out a puff of smoke.The smoke was sweet rather than bitter like I thought it would be. It didn’t even smell like tobacco, but sort of floral. He huffed as the van rocked again.“He must be pissed off,” Shiloh mused and glanced at me. “Makes since considering what we’re up against.”“Are you talking about me?” I asked, glaring at him.“What was your first clue?” He huffed.“You can’t talk to me like that!”“Oh? What are you going to do, princess?” Shiloh asked. “Call for your king? Him that pipe are going to have a hard time dealing with Messiah, let alone me.”I grit my teeth. “Just because you can make fire doesn’t mean anything. Candido—”“Is an
I woke up slowly to the smell of burning trees and smoke. I felt the heat of it on my back and still tasted sweetness in my mouth. I choked and tried to cover my mouth, searching for the source of the fire. I felt the heat, but it wasn’t so close that I couldn’t get away. I felt terrible, dizzy, and nauseous. I dragged my body away from the fires, trying to get further into the forest and away from the fire.I heard something roar and the ground began to shake as if something was coming toward me. Was it another beast? Had the fire been set by Shiloh? Maybe one of the vampires that had been attacking the van? Where were they? Were they still nearby waiting to grab me and drag me to Damian?Who was the person who pulled me out of the van? What had he done to me? My stomach lurched. I didn’t feel any odd pains. My head ached, but the rest of me didn’t hurt any more than it had when I’d been pulled out of the van. I looked down and felt a shudder of relief go through me as I realized I w
I felt the cave drawing closer, but I couldn’t say how I felt it. It was like a weird cold that was drawing closer. Goosebumps raised on my arms and my head started to pound.I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see everything go dark when we entered, but I felt it like a dark blanket over my senses. It was oppressive like someone had dropped a weight on my mind and it was crushing it to mush. My ears were ringing and I could feel some sort of warning at the back of my mind. I just didn’t have a word for it. I just knew that something was about to happen and it would only get worse the longer I was in the caves.I was about to tell Candido that I didn’t feel good. I knew if I did, he’d make it better somehow. He was always making me feel better.Then, the jeep rocked like something had slammed into it and sent us into a tailspin. I felt Candido tighten his grip on me and tense as he tried to keep us in place. Something hissed nearby and I heard someone scream in pain.“Shit!” The je
I don’t know how long I was asleep. I felt myself moving like I was sliding across the ground and being handed off and around. It was so strange. I was cold and hot at the same time. I felt nothing yet I was in pure agony. I thought I was opening my eyes, but I saw nothing.I don’t know where I was or how I got to be where I was now, but I stopped moving and everything went dark and silent. The next time I heard or felt anything, I was moving, slowly, jostled a little. Someone was panting above me like they were tired. Everything in me ached, and I smelled something familiar. There was blood and fire, but there was also a musky scent I recognized as Candido’s cologne.“Candido?”I frowned, slowly opening my eyes as I looked up. It was dark, but there was the faintest light hovering above that let me make out Candido’s face. The golden light illuminated his eyes beneath his mask which looked like it had been ripped a little, but his face hadn’t been revealed. His eyes were blood-shot a
My heart was hammering. I was injured. If this was Candido, then he was too weak to do anything. We were going to die. And if this wasn’t Candido, I’d never see him again. I couldn’t help but cry more. I knew in my heart that this wasn’t Candido. This wasn’t my Candido. I didn’t know and I didn’t care who this was, but I didn’t want to die with a stranger.“When I give the signal and let you go,” he said. “Run. Do you understand me?”I sniffled. “Candido… I want Candido…”One of the vampires in the front lifted their hand. The imposter tightened his grip on me a little. A little flicker of light swirled in the air and the ceiling of the cave pulled apart, letting the moonlight spill over us. The humid, cold air of the cave lifted and I could breathe deeply. I held still as every movement seemed to just make the pain worse.A staircase grew out of the wall between us and the group of vampires. The group didn’t move any closer. Several of them began to disappear into the darkness as if
Candido shook his head. “Them smelling different to you could mean any number of things. Smelling something isn’t part of your job. Being level-headed, obeying orders, and acting in the best interest of the werewolf world is your job.”I pouted. “You’re just being mean to me.”“Whatever you want to believe.” Candido walked past me. “It’s not that far.”I stomped after him, grumbling. I couldn’t believe Candido was being like this. I’d show him that I was Pandora for a reason. None of this was my fault. None of this had anything to do with me. I shouldn’t be blamed just because I wanted to be at his side. If anyone should be blamed, it should be him not looking into the vampire situation more thoroughly.I made all those discoveries. I found Claire. I’m the reason that Francium and Francia are even somewhat on our side.“You should be thanking me for everything I’ve done for you.”He stopped and turned to me, staring down at me. “As Pandora?”“As me!”He hummed. “Hedy is a nineteen-yea
I wasn’t awake. I knew that much. There was a floating feeling around me like I was just drifting around in space. I opened my eyes and rather than darkness, the world seemed painted in watercolors.I had to be dreaming.“Aren’t you precious?”I frowned listening to the woman’s voice. I turned around and saw Candida kneeling in the grass. A small child offered her a flower and a bright smile.The child had Candido’s hair and Candida’s eyes. He smiled innocently up at her. Candida lifted him into her arms.“Could you put it in my hair? I think it would be safest there.”The child nodded and leaned up, placing the flower in the bun her thick dark hair had been put in.I smiled watching them. Candido couldn’t have been more than two or three years old.A sound filled the air. Candida turned with a little smile.“What’s wrong, mommy?” Candido asked. His voice was so soft and sleepy. He sounded so young and innocent.“Well, it seems that our forest time has been cut short. That’s all.” She
Candido laughed. “Good to see you alive too. We’ll catch up later.”I frowned. That sounded like they knew each other even without the hoods and masks. Soon, two lines and holsters came sailing down to us. Candido kneeled with me in his arms. I thought he was going to put me down, but he slipped the belts around my waist and around my thighs. The heat of his hands between my legs made my face heat. He stiffened and took a deep, sharp breath. Our eyes met and for a moment I thought, just maybe, he’d break his rules.I wished I could see his expression. We stared at each other for several moments. His eyes were dark and moonlight started to appear in them. I could feel his power starting to surge and his mind pressed up against mine.He didn’t break eye contact with me, but he took his time buckling the holster straps around my thighs. I gasped as he slipped his hand between my legs to wrap a strap around my hip. He drew closer and growled into my ear.“Behave yourself, princess. I’m al