‘When was the last time you ran blood work and DNA?’ Lander asked the grave, low-voiced question giving Steve something else to focus on. He pushed back his shirtsleeve to check his watch. ‘I drew the last sample about seven hours ago.’ Lander grunted as he pivoted away from the infirmary door. ‘Run everything again now. If the readings have changed so much as an iota from the last sample, I want to hear about it.’ Gabby’s blond head bobbed. ‘Given what Ella has told us, I’d also like to take some strength and endurance measurements. Any information we can gather from studying Grace could be crucial to figuring out what exactly we’re dealing with here.’ ‘Whatever you need,’ Lander said grimly. ‘Just get it done, and fast. This situation is important, but we also can’t afford to lose momentum on our other missions.’ Steve inclined his head along with the other warriors, knowing as well as any of them that a human in the compound was a complication the Brotherhood didn’t need when t
‘That’s the warrior twin,’ Ella said, indicating the menacing blond and the scarred brunet respectively. ‘They’re members of the brotherhood, too.’Grace gave a vague nod of acknowledgment, feeling as conspicuous in front of these men, the feeling wasn’t so much about gender discrimination or petty male insecurities. She’d known enough of that bullshit during her tenure with the Statues to realise this was something different. Something a whole lot deeper.Here, she felt that by virtue of her mere presence, she was treading on sacred ground. In some unspoken way, she got the sense from the five pairs of eyes studying her that in this place, among these people, she was somehow the ultimate outsider.Even Gabby’s dark, absorbing gaze settled on her with a weighty appraisal that seemed to say he wasn’t sure he liked seeing her there, regardless of the care and kindness he’d shown her back in the infirmary.Grace wouldn’t have argued that point for a second. She tended to agree with the v
That night, Grace fell asleep.She was back to Nork.Another punch. So. Much. Pain. Okay, I can pass out now. Of course, that’s when the darkness thinned against another blast of adrenaline, sharpening her wits. I'm back! Yes, I'm back! She smiled to herself.But the pain… It hurts so much!Grace wanted to scream for help, but knew no one here would do anything to help her. Only hurt her further. Plus, physically, she couldn’t scream.As she’d feared, her jaw was broken. Another punch. More pain. No, pain wasn’t an adequate word for what she experienced. Agony, perhaps, but even that seemed too tame a descriptor. Hard fingers wrapped around her biceps and shook her, causing the agony to radiate through the rest of her. “Look at me.”She blinked and opened her eyes. Or eye. One of them was already sealed shut, the upper and lower lid glued together, concealing what felt like a golf ball. She lay on her back, and the leader of the beast loomed over her.The moment he realized she was a
Next to go, his eyes. After that, his groin. At that point, his screams became pleas for mercy. Mercy James did not have. Oops, there went the leader of the beast’s tongue. No more begging or screaming. Just whimpering. “James,” Grace finally managed, her voice so weak even she had trouble hearing what she’d said. Fatigue was riding her hard, and she knew she wouldn’t be awake much longer.James glanced at her, barely able to catch his breath. The need to hurt clung to him like a second skin, visible to all. Never had she seen a more primitive male, wild and uncontrollable, a picture warrior straight from battle. A sight most people would only ever see in their nightmares. “Need you,” she said. “Yes.” He swung back to the dying king. With a quick flick of his wrist, he removed the man’s head, just as he’d done to the others. Then he was poised over Grace, stroking her gently. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. So sorry.”“Will be…fine. Been…worse. Just need…you.” The words were meant to comf
When Grace awoke, she was still in the cave. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed. All she knew was that she’d never felt so rested. She stretched like a contented kitten, warm despite her nakedness, her muscles liquid, and gazed around.Startled by what she saw, she sat up. Enough time had passed for James to clean every speck of blood from the floor and walls. He’d also remove the bodies and subsequent body parts. If not for the lingering taint of evil, this could have been some kind of underground resort.There was no reason for James to have done such a thing. They weren’t going to live here. Weren’t even going to spend the day. Unless he’d hoped to spare her any upset. Her eyes widened. That was exactly why he’d done it, she realised. The sweet, darling man.Hello again, emotional roller coaster. Grace sniffled, her chin trembling.“Don’t cry, sweetheart. Please don’t cry.” James was perched beside her, looking away from her, and holding out a bundle of wrinkled material. An
Tingled from more than just want. It was desire and needs.Grace was sneaking secret glances at James the whole time. He caught a few fish and threw them ashore. He became increasingly tense as time passed, his movements becoming increasingly jerky. And he was completely unaffected by her stare. He never looked back at Pearl.Moonlight shone down on him, beautiful and lovely.James was a force to be reckoned with. She nibbled her lower lip as she walked through the water. The water was cool, but the liquid between her legs was warm. She should have been afraid or suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. At the very least, flashbacks. After all, she'd nearly been raped and beaten. She went to a different past, then back here. There were many things she needed to discuss with James.But this was James. Her protector. Not even bad memories would dare attack her while he was nearby. "James," she said, with a husky note in her voice. She hadn’t meant to call him, but his name had eme
"Grace," James’ breathed, his stomach cramping as he tried to deny the furious instinct to take this woman to his bed and never let her go.Her soft chuckle feathered over his chest, her fingers skimming down to tease at the waistband of his jeans. He looked at her sitting there content with her lust. He had a ton of paperwork he needed to be doing, but couldn't keep his mind on it, away from her long legs curled up under her, or his mind out of his crotch. His balls tightened every time he looked at her. Fuck, he thought, I should have stayed in prison."You’re showing your fangs, vampire," Grace teased.His eyes snapped open as he reached out to grasp her shoulders, careful not to dig into her tender flesh."And you’re playing a perilous game, sweetheart.""Should I be afraid?""Yes," he growled, although he knew with perfect clarity that there was no genuine danger.At least not to Grace. Her hand slid down his arm and tightened on his wrist. She moved his hand to her breast, then
Even as he tensed, nonetheless, Grace was giving a slight shake of her head, and without warning, she bent forward to scatter kisses over his chest, pausing at each nipple to flick her tongue over the beaded tip. James groaned, one hand burying in her satin hair in silent encouragement. Later, he would wonder why Grace had so abruptly gone from trying to deny the desire that constantly pulsed between them, but for now... Hell, for now, he could only enjoy.Trailing a devastating path down the center of his stomach, she tongued his belly button, making his cock twitch with a silent plea of mercy. James squeezed his eyes shut, torn between the need to flip her onto the bed and take her with a swift, glorious explosion of pleasure and the desire to allow Grace to continue her seductive torment.