~Leia’s Point of View~
“What the hell is that? An earthquake,” I screamed, grabbing a blanket off the couch and pulling it over my head.
I knew that was stupid, but it was all I could think to do. I felt Dustin’s weight fall on the couch next to me. No, there wouldn’t be earthquakes here, that’s stupid. He’s gonna laugh at me.
“It’s uhm, my dad. In our helicopter,” he said, sounding annoyed.
I jerked the blanket off my head and let out a small laugh. Dough boy. Money boy. Of course he has a damn helicopter. My dad didn’t even have one. And he has a flipping helipad next to his house at the academy. I’d never seen someone with THAT kind of pull.
And you know just the place!
~Dough’s Point of View~ The last thing I wanted to do was put my dad in the middle of my shit, but he offered. More importantly, he was right. He hadn’t been the best father, he just gave me things and hoped that was enough to make up for his shortcomings. Mom had little interest in actually parenting either. Yeah I wasn’t going to sit in the corner and cry about the fact that they hardly ever got to a sporting event, never saw me win my ass off in debate tournaments. Nobody could hold a candle to me and I could argue both sides of anything. My dad would be proud and happy if I’d become a lawyer. Believe me I thought about it, but I have to look in the mirror at the end of the day. Lawyers, more importantly the kind of lawyer he would want me to be, would be shady as h
~Leia’s Point of View~ I had to admit I was pretty terrified of Dustin’s roommates, but the girls seemed nice enough. I had heard of Alice Westin a few times over the years, I mean literally everyone knows the name Westin. And also well, who didn’t know the name Greco. Greco & Fuentes = bad news. I guess we had that in common. Miranda was cute and bubbly, absolutely nothing like what you would expect from a mafia princess. I had a lot of questions there. I had no clue what was in store for my mate and I, what our future would hold. If we would even have a future. I prayed we would, I had to hold onto that. I had the dreams growing up that all little pups did about their mate, how amazing he would be … strong and handsome. I had to admit, never in any of my dreams was he a tall, skinny white guy. It makes me laugh now just thi
~Dough’s Point of View~ Less than five fucking minutes. That’s how long I lasted. Shit, how humiliating!! We came together, at least there was that. Fuck I’d have died if I didn’t get her off. I absolutely will not be some minute man, not Dough fucking Davenport, no way. I gotta get better. She could kiss me and reassure me all she wanted, it still cut my pride wide open. I knew it would be longer next time, it had to. All the stories about males being able to make love all night, I owed her that. I owed my wolf that as long as we’d waited for this. There was no way anything could compare to the feeling of being inside her. No barriers, no nothing. Just our skin together, our juices together. Our hearts beating on top of each other. She was absolutely mine, and only mi
~Leia’s Point of View~ I stared down at my dad’s number punched into the phone. I just had to hit send. Dustin was gawking at me but I knew he wouldn’t push me. We weren’t in a rush. Jesse was going to come back in an hour to give us privacy. I looked around, wondering how the hell anyone could live out here. It was like a dry jungle of nothing. Jesse had said his aunt stays here most of the time and that was just shocking. I was terrified a snake would fall from a tree or a crocodile would jump out of the brush. I was a city girl and this was not my thing, not even close. *Yeah I don’t like it here one bit,* my wolf said, putting in her two cents. She was scared as hell too. But this was certainly nowhere the cartel would come looking for me. Or want to.
~Dough’s Point of View~ Jesse was working out teleporting Leia and I to her dad’s house. It’s hard for him to teleport somewhere he’s never been so watching him work through his thought process on it has been pretty interesting. “You realize they could just kill you on site right,” Troy said, taunting me. “And piss off his money man, hardly a smart thing to do,” I said, wondering if I believed myself. This had to work. Leia and I belonged together, it was as simple as that. We spent the night at the beach house again, completely lost in each other and it was the third best night of my life. Three nights now with her and each better than the last. I refused to accept there wouldn’t be more. We had our e
~Leia’s Point of View~ “He can find his own damn bride,” I said, and just as the words left my mouth I regretted them. You don’t talk back to Omar Fuentes, and not to Javier either. Javier could gut me and move on seconds later as if nothing happened. The man didn’t look like he had a soul or any emotion at all. Just a machine like my brothers, walking and talking … moving. Always plotting though, always planning the next move. I saw my father’s eyes change, flickering to black as his anger rose. His nostrils flared. You didn’t want to see him angry. I gulped and stepped back, Dustin wrapped his arms around me. “I trust you’ll honor our agreement. Leia is now under our protection. The Myst may not be what it
~Dough’s Point of View~ Leia had been acting incredibly weird all night, and it was obvious she didn’t care for Ryan. I couldn’t imagine why. They didn’t know each other. I mean, his demon vibe is a bit weird I’ll admit but I’d made it clear to her that he was a good guy. I wouldn’t let just anyone be around her. Of course all the guys and I were dying to get info out of Ryan about exactly what happened when he transformed into his full demon. We wanted to know where he’d been, if he was back for good and all that. But he just picked up and carried on like he’d never left so we didn’t want to make it weird. When Leia was occupied with the girls I sat next to Ryan on the couch. Since I could have a one way conversation with him, I decided to do just that.
*What the hell are you doing,* my wolf yelled, for the hundredth time.I pulled my knees to my chest and squeezed myself tight. I was alone on a nearly empty bus. It was the only mode of transportation I could get with the $400 I stole from Dustin’s wallet. Not to mention I didn’t exactly have any ID, I couldn’t fly.I just had to get away from him. I felt like I was absolutely suffocating. I feel so lost and like I barely know who I am anymore. Jessica Thomas … that was the name I used to get my bus ticket. Sounds like as good a name as any.*We are Dustin’s mate, that’s who we are! No amount of miles between is going to change that,* my wolf scolded.I’m more than aware o
~Two Months Later, Ryan’s Point of View~ Recovering from my shift was almost like re-growing my human body. It was painful as hell, it was lengthy. Now this was the second time doing it in a year so it was worse. My demon didn’t want to let go, but he also understood he couldn’t continue in this way. I was finally in the last stages of my shift, my skin still rough and discolored. I was able to tolerate people food again, not requiring blood and raw meat to survive. My voice had returned, and I was confident I could face Sadie now. My Sadie. I wanted to swear this would be the last time I’d have to abandon her for a long while. But that was just something too unknown. The only thing I could contr
~Sadie’s Point of View~ Since nobody wanted to bother the witches to bring this female to Greece, Dough flew her in his private jet. I may have to ask another time if that’s available, I’d always wanted to be able to say I joined the mile high club. *What’s that,* my wolf asked. I smiled in the mirror as I tried to tame my hair while I explained it to her. She didn’t see the big deal, sex was sex regardless of where it happened. I had to roll my eyes. I explained to her about the thrill of it all, the possibility of being caught. She still didn’t care. A wolf in the throws of sex would not care about an audience. Tunnel vision. I heard voices downstairs and my heart practically thumped out of my chest.
~Sadie’s Point of View~ I couldn’t go in the house. I constantly paced in the backyard of the Greco mansion and I was certain that I was making the guards insane. For some reason I felt like Ryan could find me more easily out here. Which really made no sense. “You’re going to walk a hole in my yard,” Luca laughed. He handed me a glass of wine and I accepted it. “I can’t thank you enough for how generous you’ve been with your home and your time,” I said, as we both sat down in front of the pool. “I haven’t always been there for Miranda how I should have. I wasn’t the best husband. Maybe I feel the need to help now with what I can. I understan
~Ryan’s Point of View~ “This is it, whatever the fuck it takes. This shit ends now. Tully will come,” I said, as Jesse helped me up. “Whatever I can do mate. We’re all ready. Dough is staying with the girls,” he said, as I stood. “Let’s get outside,” I added, then he teleported us to the street. Maybe it was the adrenaline, but I had a sudden rush and I began to thrust my demon forward. This was the worst place to do it, a residential area, lots of people around. It had to be done. I knew when this was over, if I made it … I would be so drained I’d be dead to the world for a month. Sadie might hate me. I had to risk it. The night air was sti
~Sadie’s Point of View~ With all the weeks, all the time I had to build up my anger, my rage at Ryan… My desire to strangle him, my desire to tell him off every which way … I thought it would just burst out of me. But it all completely died and left my mind the moment I saw him. My whole body shook and my wolf lost her mind. My Ryan. My whole world. “Ohh!! Oh,” I shouted, running into his room. I covered my sobs as tears fell down my cheeks. He laid in bed and smiled at me, but didn’t get up. I knew he still couldn’t walk too much, or too far. But seeing him like this, it just hit me all at once. I knew why they hadn’t let me visit him, but my imagination was far worse. My Ryan had always been so damn
~Ryan’s Point of View~ I could barely keep my eyes open and if those fuckers gave me one more protein shake I was going to puke. It was like they went to the store and bought one thing and that was all they were giving me. I smelled Tully, but I could hardly see. A big part of me wanted to beg him to end me, I would have welcomed it. But I had to stay alive for her. I just couldn’t give up. Just keep breathing Ryan. Keep your heart beating. The rest will heal, sometime. “Maybe you were really serious,” he said, pissed off. “I generally am. Demons aren’t known for their comedy,” I mumbled, having no clue what he was talking about. “Where the fuck i
~Sadie’s Point of View~ “Talk to me Jesse,” I squealed, as his parents both rushed into the room with wet towels. “He’s being held hostage, I don’t know where exactly. Once I get my strength back I can try teleporting outside maybe. We need help, serious help. I’ll need to gather the coven,” he mumbled as his parents cleaned him up. “What can I do,” I blurted out, to no one in particular. A flurry of activity erupted around me and I was pushed away and into a corner. It was for the best anyhow, there was nothing I could do and I knew it. “Have you got internal injuries,” his mom shouted.
~Ryan’s Point of View~ In all my years, in three lives … one thing I always knew for certain, was that I didn’t control shit. In my first life, I had no parents or no guidance, no sanity. Then once I got mixed up with vamps I truly lost any semblance of what it meant to be me. Be an individual. In my third life I thought that would finally change. Born into money, status… I could finally call the shots. But all that went away when I lost Sadie. When my father brutally let me know he controlled my life, not me. That he controlled who I loved, and stole the very air from my lungs. The reason my black heart beat. When I first lost Sadie I went on a complete bender, ready to just fuck up anyone and everything. I didn’t care who I hurt or what happened to me. I was miserabl
~Sadie’s Point of View~ I could have easily lived the rest of my life and been very happy not to set eyes on this female again. I watched Mrs. Whitmarsh as she laughed with Troy. He had been apparently posing as a tourist male who was interested in her, and since she was also a telepath she wouldn’t be able to read his thoughts. There was no point in me trying to control my mind around her, I wouldn’t be able to. She was likely the only person who could tell me the truth. Tell me what the hell really happened between her husband and my parents. I was prepared to torture this bitch to death if she didn’t give me some damn answers! I looked at my hand gripping the glass on the table to the point where it was ready to break. I quickly let it go and felt a warm hand