Page 83 of Shifting Hearts 1
“How are you, angel?” he asked as he plucked a feather from her wing.
A sharp pain lanced through her as though he stole a piece of her soul.
He rolled the tip of the quill between his fingers. “I’ve been following you for days, waiting for you to expose yourself. And let me say, you are beautiful. My protege has more self-control than I thought.”
“You! You’re the one who turned him.”
He bowed gallantly and brought the back of her hand to his lips. “And you’re the soul supposed to bring the wounded vampire to the light side.”
The man tried to break into her consciousness, but she fought through the mental fog encroaching upon her. It took all her effort to glance over at her sister who stood, frozen like the rest of the clubbers.
“Well, well. It looks like it’s just us.” He grasped her chin and licked her cheek. “Did you enjoy my cocktail? I designed it just for you.”
Her limbs felt heavy as her head spun. Her eyelids fluttered from the effort to keep them open. She had to fight against his power.
“I have plans and your influence on him threatens that. The only logical conclusion is to remove you from his life.”
She collapsed in his arms.
TEN
Jas
Jas’s pulse pounded as he came to. He smacked his lips and rolled his heavy tongue around his mouth. He was thirsty, parched like a man lost in the desert. His head rolled on his shoulders, as a small voice cried out his name.
“Jasper.”
He willed his eyes to open, but lacked the strength to do so.
“Please,” she cried. “Jasper.”
“Sera,” her name was a whisper on his lips.
How long had it been since he’d last seen her. Days? Weeks? Months?
He groaned as his stomach contracted with hunger pains.
“Jasper,” the angel whispered. “Wake up.”
He struggled through the darkness surrounding him. He fought to return to his mate. Jasper licked his dry, cracked lips, as a viscous fluid dripped onto his tongue.
“Jasper!” Seraphina screamed.
Her blood on his tongue invigorated his senses, pulling him back into the light.
“Look who finally decided to join us.”
Blood.
There was blood everywhere. His nostrils flared at the pungent, stale odor of oxidized blood.
His fangs descended as his veins bulged from his skin. He was starving. The last time he’d been this hungry, he went into a frenzy and attacked a group of people, killing each of them before sucking them dry. He lost himself for days before coming out of the fury.
“Jasper,” she cried.
Like a sacrifice laid on an altar, Seraphina was chained to his desk like in his fantasy. She was naked, while rivulets of blood dripped from her body. She thrashed against the restraints as cruel laughter drowned out her sobs.
“I can’t believe you hid this angel from me for so long. She’s scrumptious.”
