chapter forty-five

Chapter forty-five

BRENDA'S POV

The steam from the natural spring was easing up my tense muscles when I suddenly felt someone's eyes on me rather than the water nudging up a bit.

This was followed by rushing footsteps when I turned my head I saw a sharp familiar face drenched with worry.

"Tho-"

He placed his hand on my lips with a slight but sharp hissing sound, "Brenda, please don't make a sound some vampires are going here at any minute,"

My eyes widened and if his hand had not been on my lips I would have yelled.

"There are far all many of them, I've barely recovered from my wound, and you...well let's just say you are not in a condition for battle,"

It was then I realized that I was having this conversation with my mate looking as bare as the day that I came into this world, but as my cheeks reddened up to my ears they were still able to catch the sound of rushing footsteps.

They were almost here, what would we do?

Thomas then looked me in the eyes and asked;