Todos los capítulos de Bloodbound: A Consort For The Vampire: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Kieran's POV Rough hands claw at me, ravenous and possessive. His touch is unforgiving, and I wince when his fingers dig into my arms hard enough to leave a bruise. I fight against his hold, but the harder I fight, the harder he grips me. Rebecca screams from a few feet away from me. She struggles in her capture's arms, her blond hair tumbling across her shoulders. The man holding her growls in frustration. He tenses when she attempts to kick him in the groin, and his rough palm collides with the tender flesh of her cheek. The noise of impact is piercing. She slumps into his predatory embrace, helpless and unconscious. “Rebecca!” I shout over the muffled voice and harsh footsteps. “Rebecca!” They’re pulling her in the opposite direction as me, back towards the street with all the glass. No, no, no! How can I save her when she’s not with me? I try to scream again, but a hand clamps over my mouth to silence the attempt. His fingers are cold and filthy, and the grimy tast

Kieran’s POV When Caius and I finally make it back inside the house, Beau and Rebecca make room for us around the table. There’s a few candles burning, the soft glow providing enough light for us to nibble on the platter of cheese and crackers waiting for us. Rebecca and I exchange a look, one that silently is full of regret and relief. She has a few, small cuts on her face, but it’s not enough to scratch the surface of her beauty. “I’m glad you’re ok,” I whisper. She nods in return, her expression reassuring me that she feels the same. Beau scoots his chair closer to hers and protectively slides his arm around the back of the chair. He doesn’t touch her, but the action speaks volumes. I glance at Rebecca, expecting her to flinch at his sudden advance but she doesn't. Perhaps their relationship is growing stronger than I realize. Is it because of Beau pretending to know of their past? If it is, Rebecca hasn’t said a thing to me about it. Then again, she hasn’t mentioned the

Kieran’s POV I swallow hard and set aside my tea before grabbing them from his flawless hand. My eyes skim over the letter, and I recognize Rebecca’s handwriting instantly. ##### Dear Mathews, Your plan worked. I thought it would take longer for them to save me, but after I sent that email to Caius, the pieces just fell into place. They believed I was being held captive, and they took the chance to save me. Just like you said they would. I can’t say it’s not nice to see Kieran, though. He’s very misguided, Mathews, and it scares me. These vampires have him so brainwashed and it’s painful to watch. I'm going to offer him a chance to leave with me, at least to see how he reacts. Perhaps if he seems interested I can convince him to come back with me? I don’t know. We’ll see. Also, I can’t give you an exact location of our whereabouts. We traveled so fast I couldn’t get a good look. But based on the surrounding houses, I’d say we’re on the outskirts of the Village. I’m not sure how

Kieran’s POV Caius sees him almost the same moment I do. He silently gets to his feet and holds out his hand to silence me before I get a chance to speak. He crouches down and leans his ear towards the side of the tent. It's in his immortal genes to act as a predator, and even now it shows in true form. Every piece of him is designed as a graceful hunter. His nostrils flare as he tries to pick up the scent of the traveler, and then he squints in frustration. With his eyes fixed to the side of the tent he leans towards me. “Stay here. And stay silent.” I nod a single time. Caius unzips the door of the tent and steps outside soundlessly. Cold air follows in his wake, sneaking through the small openings of the wool blanket and seeping right into my skin. I wrap it around me tightly and watch Caius’ shadow disappear from view. At first it’s silent. There’s no footsteps, noise or voices. When a few minutes pass, I start to get anxious. Even if the man was a vampire, it shouldn’t t

Kieran’s POV Sleep didn't come gently. It was more like a surrender, a letting go of the adrenaline that had been keeping me upright for days. Then the world tilted and I was somewhere else. The tent was gone. The cold was still there, but it was a different kind of cold. It was a cold that came with a damp, suffocating chill of a concrete basement. I was chained to a pipe in the corner, my wrists raw and bleeding. And in the center of the room, under a single flickering fluorescent light, was Beau. They’d strapped him to a metal table. His face was a mask of terror, his eyes wide and fixed on the figure hovering over him. A man in a dark coat, his features obscured, held something long and glinting over Beau’s bare chest. A scalpel. Or maybe something worse. “Please,” I heard myself whisper, but my voice was a pathetic, strangled thing. The man didn’t look at me. He pressed the blade to Beau’s sternum, and I saw the skin give way. Beau screamed a raw, animal sound that tor