Page 14 of Stolen By the Necromancer

Genevieve

I knew I needed to leave. There were a slew of thoughts – not all positive – about this situation that I needed time to consider, but as his lips ghosted over mine, I found myself slipping back under his spell.

He grabbed the end of the sheet I’d wrapped around myself and gave it a tug, causing it to fall open and slip down my torso. I needed to stop this or I’d be spending the day in his bed.

“Nero, no!” Placing my hands on his chest, I pushed him back as I slipped from his lap.“I had a wonderful time, but I think I really need to leave.”

“Just one more night. I’llmake it a night to remember.” He took a step toward me and I matched his step moving backward.

Something had changed. He wasn’t the guy from last night. There was something different about him. I justcouldn’t put my finger on what.“I’d love to, but I have to go.” Where was my clothing? I looked around the room frantically and remembered that most of it was downstairs. Shit.

I started to make my way to the door, only to have him grab my wrist and pull me back towards him.“I must insist.”

Anger surged within me. Dude needed to learn to take no for an answer. Spinning around, I yanked my wrist from his grasp.“I’m going,” I growled. I turned back towards the door and started to hastily make my way to the exit, only to have him race ahead of me, blocking my path.

“I’m sorry, but I have to decline your request to leave.” Stepping to me, he grabbed me by the waist and tossed me onto his shoulder. He carried me to the bed and then tossed me onto it.

Anger and fear surged through me as I realized what he was about to do. He was going to shackle me to the bed again.“No!” I cried out using all of my strength to push him backward. He barely budged.

My fear turned frantic as he placed the cuff around one wrist. He was about to snap it closed when an odd energy seemed to well up within me, an intense force that screamed to be released.

“Nooo!” I screamed, the palm of my free hand slamming against his chest. As my hand came into contact with his chest there was a loud clap in the air, reminding me of thunder. Nero was sent flying backward with so much force that he was slammed against the opposite wall.

What in the hell? Every nerve in my body seemed to have come alive, pulsing with energy.

I was momentarily frozen, confused by what had happened and the sensations flowing through me. By the time I’d broken out of my trancelike confusion, Nero had gotten to his feet, crossed the room, and secured my wrist to the bed with a click.

Looking at him, my brow furrowed as I spotted a black mark on his chest in the shape of my hand where I’d pressed it against his skin.

His laughing drew my gaze up from his chest to his amused face.

My frown deepened, fear overtaken by confusion.“What happened?” By the look on his face, he seemed to have a better idea than I did.“What’s going on?”

His laughter faded as he took a seat at the foot of the bed.“You truly have no idea how special you are.”

I gave the shackle a tug, then pulled my knees up to my chest.“Whoever or whatever you think I am, you’re wrong. I’m just some plain, average girl from Massachusetts. That’s all.”

“You’re so much more than that.” He wiped the handprint from his bare chest.“You just proved it. That’swhy I chose you.”

“Chose me for what?”

“You’llsee.”

You’llsee… I didn’t like the sound of that. I watched as he exited the room, closing the door behind him.

Chapter 8

Nero

That was intense, and I loved it.

I didn’t want Genevieve to see how much damage she’d inflicted, but damn did that ever hurt. Taking a washcloth, I drenched it with cold water and pressed it against the palm print which had already begun to blister. If she knew how to wield her power,she could have killed me. Thankfully she’d never learn.

Even if I didn’t need her power, having someone with so much raw energy was dangerous for sorcerers like me. As powerful as I was, I’d admit to not being a match for her. Not until I drainedher.

Leaving the bathroom with the cloth pressed firmly to my wound, I made my way downstairs. Entering the kitchen, I found her handbag and searched inside looking for her phone. Turning it on, the screen popped up for the code. Child’s play. With a wave of my hand over the screen her code was inputted and the phone unlocked. There were several messages from her friend Jules, and one from a girl named Maya.

Jules: How’sthe date going?

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