Josie's POV  Grayson is here?Jesus H. Christ. Grayson is here!I ran and flung myself at him. With a surprised laugh, he caught me and I was enveloped in the scent of spice, leather and the unique musk that was all Grayson.I clung to him harder, feeling overwhelmed all of a sudden. Grayson was here! He came for me! Wait, does that mean my dad is here too?“It’s great to see you too.” He rumbled as I disengaged from him.The question I’d wanted to ask died on my tongue as I took in his crooked smile…..and the rest of his face. Grayson looked...haggard. I didn’t know how else to describe him. He looked pale, which in itself was a shock because his skin was more of a rich golden hue. His eyes were sunken and he had bags under his eyes. The beginnings of a scar was in his neck, peeking out beneath his shirt and he looked like he had lost a few pounds

Josie's POV(Continued)   My head was both light and heavy, my world nothing but an endless pool of darkness. It was a contradiction of the worst kind. I felt not only light in my head but in every part of me, like I would float away at any moment, and yet, my limbs were so heavy, each part weighed tons.A persistent sound kept intruding on my senses, making my thoughts scatter. The sound was getting louder, demanding I pay attention to it.".....if you don't undo it, I will end you myself!" An enraged voice bellowed, snagging my attention away from the strange state I was in. The enraged voice was familiar, but I couldn't immediately place it. A muffled thud and a yelp followed the words. Then a slow, deep voice rumbled. "Lay another finger on me hunter, and I will relieve you of your limbs." My eyes sprang open. White chandelier. I was staring at a white chandelier i

Josie's POV(Continued)  “Miss Woods is in room forty-five. Turn left here, and you will find a bank of elevators. Stop on the third floor. Room forty-five is the third door to your right." The receptionist in the Skyline hotel recited in a cautious tone. I wondered why she was using that tone of voice with me. "Thank you." I replied numbly, turning to follow her instructions."Um, miss? Are you okay? Do you need a doctor or something?" She asked in a neutral voice, her green eyes roving all over my appearance. I had a good guess as to why she asked that question. My eyes threatened to cloud with tears, but with supreme effort, I held it back."No. Thank you, but that will not be necessary." I turned away and hurried to the bank of elevators. Thankfully, there was no one waiting to use the elevator as well. I got in and pressed on the third button. The floors only went to nine. Behind the gold pa

Josie's POV(Continued)    I emerged from the shower feeling like a pruned lobster. When the scalding hot water was pouring over me, I'd been in bliss, but when I finally forced myself to leave the sanctuary of cascading waters, my skin was red all over. But my head was clear and I felt almost nothing, so mission accomplished. Waiting for me outside the cubicle was a green dress. It didn't look too bad, nor was it plain. I picked it up and stared at Char's offering with bewilderment. The dress was....short to put it mildly. There was no pant or jean to go along with it. This backless monstrosity would leave my thighs and knees in full view of everyone. Okay, where had my conservative friend gone? I should have known something was wrong the second she suggested we go clubbing. A place where we would naturally stand out as sore thumbs."Char! Where's the rest of the dress?" I yelled at the front d

vladimir's POV     The hunter has to go. He was a complication I didn’t need and an unwanted distraction for my wildcat. If he hadn’t stuck his nose where it didn’t belong, there would have been no need for Joanne to find out about the blood bind. She would have no reason to distrust me or run. She fought me, questioned my actions, but not once did it occur to her to make a run for it. Until him. No, the hunter had to go. His influence on my wildcat was too great. I’m the only one allowed to have such power over her. The little hunter’s actions were a bit unexpected to be honest. According to reports, his interest lay somewhere else. Specifically, in a little delicate flower called Anna Braille. Yet, he’d been all over my wildcat. It was almost as if the hunter was trying to stake a claim on Joanne and warn me off. Judging by how she had lapped up every possessive action, it was obvious my wildcat would lo