Rhazian
Pride welled in my chest and I quickly tamped it down as I held Taylor upright by her arm. She had been idiotic to conduct a rescue mission on my behalf. She was brave, but a brave idiot was still an idiot. Her scent was now all over the hotel room where we left the dead wolf. I groaned inwardly as I realized I would have to stash her somewhere safe. I wanted to be done with this mate business, but it seemed Nyx had chosen a stubborn one I couldn’t rid myself of easily.
Taylor Whispering down the hall drew my attention and I moved toward the voices. My reflection in the mirror stopped me in my tracks. I’m dreaming, I must be dreaming. I thought as I stared at my mother’s face in the mirror. She was younger than I remembered her. Looking down I saw the slight swell of my belly. She was pregnant, with me. It wasn’t usual for my gift to show
Rhazian“What?” I sputtered, choking on the coffee I had been sipping to avoid drawing suspicious looks. “I said, who is Apollo.” Taylor enunciated each word as if I were too slow to understand without it. The waitress eyed us suspiciously as she refilled our drinks. I waited until she was out of ear shot to speak.&nb
Tyler POV“Find her!” I snarled as I gazed upon my warrior’s limp body. His head was twisted in an unnatural angle, the room flooded with the scent of human. The vamp was gone, and it was clear he had assistance from a human. My warrior, Shane, had been busy removing the girl from the bar. She had apparently followed us back to the motel, intent on continuing her attempt to get into someone’s bed for the night. He had linked Mark to stay with the vamp. We hadn’t been able to kill him, none of the normal methods fo
Rhazian POVI felt myself moving toward her, as if being pulled by an invisible cord, as she flitted through the kitchen jotting notes on her paper. Before I knew what I was doing, I had her pinned between my body and the counter, one hand laid on the countertop on either side of her. Her scent wafted over me, warming my body. I was giving in to the pull of the mate bond, unable to stop myself. “Rhazian.” She breathed, pressing her hand against my chest as I tilted my head toward her. I pressed myself closer to her, feeling the sparks of our connection slowly roar to life.
Taylor POVI finished my meal in stunned silence. It seemed every time I had a chance to get closer to Rhazian, I only pushed him further away. Nyx had warned me that he was a damaged and broken man, but in my hubris I had thought it would be easy to piece him back together. Sighing, I stood to clear away the excess takeout bags from the table and find somewhere to store the food. I had barely begun clearing the food away when pain ripped through my head and I fell, reaching my hand out to steady myself. My vision darkened as I tumbled to the floor, tipping the small dining table over as I collapsed. For the second time, I found myself a passenger in someone else’s body. I was standing in the middle of a densely wooded area, a petite woman before me.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I demanded. “Don’t you care that they’re going to hurt someone I know because of you?” “The wolves won’t hurt her.” He responded, dryly, making his annoyance plain. “What do you mean they won’t hurt her? They are threatening her Rhazian! It’s my fault she’s in this mess to begin with.” I continued to scream, my panic beginning to rise. “Taylor
Rhazian POV I stomped through the woods surrounding my cabin, afraid to go too far. I suspected Taylor would still try to leave to rescue the idiot girl being held by the wolves. She seemed to believe me when she used her abilities to see that there was no danger, but it had still struck me as odd that she had conceded so readily. In the little time I had known the woman, she hadn’t seemed the type to let things go. My frustration welled inside of me, finding release as I put my fist through the nearest tree. I knew I could simply go get her friend, that would ease her mind and keep her put. The question was whether Taylor would actually stay put
Taylor smiled up at me before glancing down at the atlas on the table. Her blood had pooled in one location, obscuring the name of the town dotted on the map near the ocean. I could tell she was pleased with the results of her spell work, unaware of the potential danger she had called down upon herself. “What help are you finding exactly?” I demanded, a feeling of dread welling in my stomach. “My mother’s coven.” She replied cheerily. “My mother didn’t have many texts for me to learn from. I figured her coven would have what I need.”