The bullet wound and stitches were gone. There was no sign on his skin to indicate he had been scratched not to mention shot six times! His chest heaved and could even hear himself breathing. The sound was unusually loud in his ears. He shut his eyes for about a minute, counted one to ten, took a deep breath then opened his eyes again and found he had indeed seen right - his skin was cleared of any mark.
He jerked up, turned around to face the bed, and backed away. Isabelle was still there on the bed, sleeping peacefully on her side facing him. Her glorious full hair was dry now and the beautiful wavy curls fell all over her shoulders and face. Her hair was really long.
Cole didn’t know what to make of the situation. And the reminder that Jerome had referred to her as a creature made him swallow hard. His eyes involuntarily lowered to his cock, he didn&rs
With Isabelle's lowered gaze she didn't see the look in his eyes, but when he continued to stay still she braved a look at his face and what she saw made her feel pain. He looked almost disgusted peering down at her. She resisted the urge to whimper.She shifted back into her human form and stood up in front of him. Their gazes met and he looked away."Take your bath, and put some clothes on. I'm going to ring for some food to be brought up. You need to eat whatever they bring for sustenance," he paused, still not looking at her, and walked around her. Isabelle swallowed a shaky breath. The pain in her heart increased. She thought he probably thought of her like an animal now just like everyone else, and not worthy of him. Pain tore through her.She reached for his cover clothes and wrapped them ar
Isabelle heard muffled voices but with her hearing ability enhanced by her wolf, she heard everything that was being said clearly. She visibly relaxed and dropped the gun in a far corner shielding it with the folded blankets. Someone from the kitchen had brought in his breakfast and he was asking for the person to get someone to fix the coffee machine in his room."... unless you don't mind me calling you every other minute for a cup," he said. Isabelle heard the other person laugh. "Has Aaron and Jerome eaten breakfast? I hate to keep them waiting for the funeral,” Cole asked."No, sir. They haven't. Aaron just came in for coffee when you called for breakfast," the voice replied."Great. I should get to it then.”"Yes, sir."
Cole cursed and ran his fingers through his hair."Isabelle…" he called again when she still didn't look up, he lowered to his knees, reached for her face, and cupped her chin, making her turn around to face him. Her eyes and nose were red from crying and he felt a protective surge so profound he breathed through parted lips. "Don't ever say that to me again. I'm going to get you to safety if it's the last thing I do. And nobody and nothing is going to stop me. Do you understand me?"She nodded hesitantly. Her lips trembled and tears streamed down her face again. Cole fought the urge to kiss her. She looked so damned vulnerable and fragile that he almost forgot she wasn't some helpless female. Her natural beautiful features slowly drew him in. He longed to taste her full pink lips again and feel the soft flesh moving against his.
"Shit!" Aaron exclaimed."What?!" Jerome said and the knocks on the panel walls stopped."Cole is fighting the guards guarding his father's casket.""Jesus!" Jerome exclaimed and then Isabelle opened her eyes. She saw that the light was still on and didn't hear the door close either. She was about to exhale when she heard running feet and then the light was put off and the door banged hard. She waited until the main door was shut before she slowly curled up against the pillow, pulling the blanket over her body. She had been saved again by Cole.Cole headed to the casket like a determined bull. He didn't even know why it was even necessary or why he was so enraged. He might be able to make sense of his actions later but the audacity of the assholes needl
"Sir? Mr. Miller," a voice called and Cole looked up from his sitting position. All the chairs and decorations prepared around the private graveyard of the Millers had been cleared away, leaving the one Cole sat on. His hair was wet and the shoulder pads of his suit were dampened. He blinked to focus; he had been a bit drawn in by the memories of his dead relatives that he had forgotten where he was."Yes, Mrs. Pepple," Cole responded, allowing a polite smile to surface. He remembered she was the housekeeper and was a bit surprised to see she was still working for his father. She looked older too from the last time he saw her. The round figured woman with her bright red hair that was always tightly pulled back in a bun was one of the motherly figures he had growing up here on this estate. She stood with her hands clasped wearing her matronly uniform with about ten women standing behind her.
Cole heard Jerome sigh with relief. He watched as Rufus gave a curt nod without taking his eyes from Cole. Cole heard the clatters of metals and walked in. The shelf slowly closed behind him.His father's office was about 700 square meters wide, and he wasn't surprised it contained Rufus guards; he counted sixteen, his father's house guards about ten of them, including two that were already lying dead on the floor with gunshot wounds to the head, then Aaron and Jerome who was standing directing in front of the deskStill pointing his revolver at Rufus, Cole passed the cold metal to his left hand and went to pressed the muzzle hard to the older man's forehead, collected his gun to tuck in the back of his trousers’ band, and lowered to his knees to pull out two knives from his ankle strap."You
Cole lunged forward and was about to push hard on the secret door when a knock sounded on his door, he jerked back as if scalded by hot water and growled like an animal. He marched to the door and pulled it open, the look on his face made the petite woman by his door startled back. Her eyes widened and she swallowed.“What do you want?!” Cole spat the words forcefully, baring teeth..“I…I… I thought you might want me to come and clean your room—”“What?!”“I used to clean your father’s room as you are well aware of course. I thought perhaps you might have use of me… I mean—”“Get. Out!” Cole yelled. “And don&rs
When Isabelle reappeared he walked past her and into the bathroom, walking straight into the shower stall. He made sure the water was icy cold before stepping under it. He was close to marching back to her, picking her up, and burying his throbbing need inside her. He stood under the shower with his open palm pressed against the wall, breathing steadily."Nobody should look that beautiful naked goddamnit!" He cursed under his breath. He started to distract himself with the thought of how to get her out. The thought of using his father's office to get her outside and into the woods made him open his eyes.He stared at the tiled wall, plotting quietly, thinking of buying a secondhand car for her once he gets her to town so she could drive anywhere she wanted. That could work, right? He thought about it over and over, figuring it was the best way