Devon stood up, searching for a rag, towels, anything to put on her forehead. The sink was only a few feet away. He briskly walked toward it, pulling out several paper towels from the dispenser and wetting them slightly before he knelt and pressed them to her forehead.
She closed her eyes and opened them again, her hand coming up to rest on top of his. It still shook, but her breathing seemed less erratic. “It’s mostly my head. Are you sure it’s not bad?”
“Head injuries bleed a lot, Lark. It’s not that bad, five stitches at most. Do you remember what day it is?” Devon asked. She would likely have a concussion, but he wanted to assess how bad off she was.
“It’s Saturday, and you’re late,” she replied with a frown, after a long moment.
“Glad to see you’re okay.” It was an attempt at lightening the mood. Judging by the scowl, she’d perceived it as something else.
Lark quirked her brow at him and pushed away, grimacing as she sat up. Her other hand flew to her head. Worried she might pass out, Devon gripped her shoulders and pushed her back so she was leaning against the table leg.
“Oh my God,” she said. Her chest heaved and her eyes widened.
Devon didn’t need to look to know what she saw. He tucked a hand under her chin and turned her gaze back to him. “It’s okay,” he said quietly.
“Is he? Did I? I stabbed him, oh my God.” Lark’s breath sped up, sending tears sliding down her face.
“He’s unconscious and tied up. I took care of the other guy.” They needed to get out of here before more of Emmett’s men showed up, or she had a breakdown. “Can you stand? We should go.”
“But you killed the other man?” Her voice squeaked, several octaves higher than normal.
“He tried to kill you, Lark. If I didn’t kill him, he would have killed both of us.”
Lark closed her eyes and took in a shaky breath. “Let's go.” She opened her eyes, a look of determination on her face.
They stood up together. Lark’s body trembled beneath his hand. She wrapped her warm fingers tightly around his forearm, the other holding the towels to her head. His free hand wound around her waist, pulling her close and supporting her with his body. She wobbled slightly, but found her footing.
Devon led her out back, helped her into the passenger side of the truck, and buckled her in. “Lean back and relax, we’ll get you taken care of as soon as we get to the ranch.”
“You’re sure it’s not that bad?” Lark leaned her head back onto the headrest and blotted the giant bloodied knot with the towel.
“You’ll be fine,” Devon assured her, closing the truck door. “Keep the pressure on it to help stop the blood flow.” He pulled his cell phone out and dialed Rick’s number.
“Everything okay, Devon?”
“I need a cleanup crew sent to the bakery ASAP.”
“What happened? Is Lark okay? Were you hurt?” Rick yelled into the phone.
“She’s shaken up, but she’ll be fine. Probably has a concussion, and she definitely needs stitches. It was two of Emmett’s men. I took care of them. One is dead, the other is in restraints.”
“Thank God. Bring her here, I’ll call Preston and let Sarah know. She’s really okay?”
“We’ll be there shortly.”
“Be safe, Devon.”
Devon hung up and climbed into the truck. Lark sat with her eyes closed. He gently touched her arm. Now that they were out of danger, he could no longer ignore the electric charge that shot through his fingers at the mere touch of her heated flesh. “Hey, don’t fall asleep.”
Lark’s eyes popped open. “I was just resting my eyes,” she murmured. Her gaze lowered to his hand on her arm.
“Right,” Devon chuckled, pulling away from her and starting the car. “Seriously though, you need to stay awake. You may have a concussion.”
“I suppose you would know, huh?”
“Actually, yes, but I’m speaking more from a professional standpoint.”
Lark frowned, turning to stare at him. “There’s no way you’re a doctor.”
“Is that so hard to believe?” Devon pulled onto the main road.
Feeling her watching him, he glanced at her from the side. She sighed and looked away, seeming more relaxed. The talking helped, and he needed to make sure she stayed coherent.
“At first it was a way to take care of myself after my mishaps, but it became much more than that. I enjoyed it. The rush of saving someone’s life is a feeling you can’t possibly imagine.”
“Will you pursue that line of work here?” Lark asked.
“Not at the moment, maybe once all this settles down.”
“Right.” Lark rolled her eyes with a sigh.
“My first priority is taking care of my family and pack. In case you didn’t notice, my stepfather is a little upset about us leaving.”
“Is that who those guys were, from his pack?” Lark asked quietly, her voice thick with unshed tears.
“Yes, I don’t know why he came after you. We usually try not to involve humans as our existence is supposed to be a secret.” Anguish filled him again at Emmett lashing out at Lark. “You’re safe. I mean, we won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“Thank you.” Lark turned back to him.
Devon shifted his eyes to her. “You’re welcome.”
His mission is to kill the enemy. But how do you kill your soul mate?
The witches have been trying to kill Zak's vampire clan for centuries. But this time they might succeed. They've resurrected the witch that created them. Zak's determined to destroy all witches. Until he meets her. Cadence bewitches him, making him question his duty. But will his infatuation with her cost him his life?
Vampires have been killing witches for centuries. When Zak shows an interest in Cadence, her coven wants her to exploit it. Her mission is a success. She distracted him long enough for the witches to do a spell. The problem is they've both been sent back in time. Cadence has no choice but to trust him as they navigate this uncertain time, making her realize she may reciprocate his feelings. Worse, secrets begin to unravel, making her question everything she's been told. Can the two sworn enemies work together to find a way back to the present?
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The day I meet my fated mate is the day I learn I have to kill her.
As alpha of the Moonstone Pack, I live by duty and honor to my pack. Vampires are the enemy. They brutally murdered my mother and sister, and I vowed to never lose another member of my pack to them. I’ve staked every vampire I’ve come across. Until I meet her. Anya is my mate. My one true love. I was too late to save her from the rabid vampire that attacked her. She’s been bitten and is turning into one of them. Vampires are ruthless and manipulative, but she seems different. I want to trust her, but I can’t forget what she is, and it will put the entire pack in danger. How do I choose between protecting my pack and my mate?
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I moved around Walters and went into the small office. My heart skipped a beat when my eyes met Anna’s. She was stunning with brilliant bright blue eyes and long curly blonde hair. And she smelled amazing. It was enticing. I fought the urge to close the distance between us and haul her into my arms and bury my face in her neck.
I didn’t even know where those thoughts were coming from. I’d never reacted to a woman like this before. Shifters usually only found their true mate in other shifters. It had probably just been too long since I’d been with a woman. I needed to focus on the case.
My hand went to my jeans and I pulled out my badge. “Agent Wheston, I’m Special Agent Connor Briggs. This is my partner, Myles Daughtry. We are here to officially take over this investigation. I’ll need all your notes and files on the case immediately.”
The smile fell from her face. Her jaw worked for a minute as she looked between me, Myles and Walters. Walters backed out of the room and scurried down the hall like a coward. Anna stood up slowly and came around the desk.
Her nostrils flared as she crossed her arms over her chest. “This is my case. You can’t just barge in here and demand to take it over.” She held out a hand. “Do you have any official paperwork.”
I dug into my pocket where I’d shoved the orders from Gavin and handed them to her.
She snatched it out of my hand, unfolded the papers and skimmed over it. “I’ve never heard of the SPS before. Who do you work for?”
“It’s classified.” The SPS, Shifter Protective Services, yeah not the best acronym but it worked was classified.
“I have top level security clearance. I’m not going to just hand my case over to you. You can wait in the hall. I’ll need to check this over with my superiors,” she said with a scoff.
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I looked at Myles who I could tell was trying not to grin. It would only make Anna madder if she thought we were laughing at her. We weren’t. The truth was we both liked a woman who didn’t take shit. It was hot as hell. Though I hoped Myles didn’t find her attractive too, because she was mine.
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Sylvia has always been full of surprises,
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His entire pack was hunted down and murdered when he was a child.
Haven is everything his wolf has ever wanted. He will keep his mate safe even if it’s the last thing he does.
A madman wants her dead.
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Sexy beta, Essex, offers her his protection. Can one wolf and his pack keep her safe from an entire coven?
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Driving in the rain is the worst, especially at night. This stretch of the 70 through Colorado was awful. The bends, twists and steep inclines were enough to make any driver weary. I’d lived here long enough that I knew it well and it still gave me the creeps. I made a note to see about pushing up my Zumba class, so it ended before it got dark. I hoped my clients wouldn’t mind. It was getting to be fall soon and snow was horrible in the mountains. I couldn’t be the only one who hated driving in this weather.
As if to spite me, the torrential down pour picked up. I flicked my wipers on as fast as they’d go. Not that it helped much. I might need to pull over. I’d do it a little after this next bend. The last thing I needed was to get rear ended. Or hit something.
It was like I had a sixth sense tonight. I gasped as I rounded the corner. There was something burning in the middle of the road. I couldn’t tell what it was, but it was ginormous and there was no way for me to go around. I slammed on my brakes. My car skidded, hydroplaning across the ground. I pumped the brakes.
“Please stop,” I whispered repeatedly. It wasn’t going to happen. I clutched the steering wheel and screamed. The front of my car smacked into whatever was in the road with a sickening crunch. I was thrown forward, my seat belt caught me slapping me back into my seat. The air bag deployed and hit me like a punch to the face, and a puff of white blinded my view.
“Ugh,” I said as I caught my breath. For something meant to help you, airbags sure did pack a mean punch. I pushed on the airbag making it deflate as fast as I could. It was a good thing too.
Flames billowed over my car. The smell of burning rubber filtered into the cabin. Oh shit. My car was on fire too. I had to get out of here.
I shoved on my door. It wouldn’t budge. I yanked and tugged on the door handle, but it refused to open. My eyes went to the hood of the car. Flames were crawling up the metal closer to me. My pulse thundered in my ears. Gas and fire were a bad combo. I undid my seat belt and crawled out of my seat to the passenger side. When I pulled on the handle the door thankfully fell open. I climbed out and darted away from my car, not stopping until I’d reached the other side of the street.
I turned back and covered my mouth at the sight. Fire had engulfed my car. I patted my pants in search of my cell. Thank God for pockets in workout pants. I pulled it out and unlocked it ready to call 911 when I saw movement by where my car and whatever the hell that was in the middle of the road.
A man stood up, or he tried to. He made it halfway up and then collapsed.
He needed to get away from there. That fire was raging. I shoved my phone back in my pocket and ran back to the inferno.
“Hey, Mister,” I screamed as I flailed my arms trying to get his attention. “You have to get away from there.” I didn’t know how long it would take for my car to blow but it was covered completely in flames already. The fire was burning so hot it was almost white. The heat took the chill from the air. I was starting to sweat. Me and this guy needed to get out of here.
I hurried around the flames and found him laying on the ground. He had long blonde hair that might very well be longer than mine and he was shirtless and shoeless. Weird but I’d worry about that later.
“Hey, we have to get you out of here.” I came around him and put one arm under his shoulder. Somehow, we managed to get him to his feet. He was massive. Probably at least a foot taller than me and he was all muscle. We stumbled forward. He tripped and almost fell. It was through sheer strength of will that I kept him upright. We had to get away from the vehicles. I had no plans to die today.
We kept moving and made it to the tree line. Not a second too soon. The ground shook and we were thrown forward as my car erupted. We tumbled down a small hill and landed in a deep puddle, sending a splash of water up when we landed. I coughed and spat the sludge from my mouth. Great! My cell was probably ruined now too. I turned so I was leaning on my elbows and watched as what was left of my car turned into an inferno. Flames shot at least twenty feet into the sky. My car was a total goner.
At least my night couldn’t possibly get any worse. This was just what I needed. Not! At least I’d saved the guy. I turned to look at him. Whatever was in the road didn’t resemble a car. So, what was it? I tried to get a good look at the guy, but I only had the light of the fire, and we were a distance from it.
He hadn’t moved since we’d collapsed over here. He was lying face up. At least I didn’t have to worry about him drowning in all this water. What if he was injured or worse? I crawled toward him and looked down at his chest. I still had no idea why he was half naked, but he was ripped. And breathing. Thank goodness. Wait a second.
I squinted and stared down at him, leaning closer to inspect his chest. Were those scales? They were flesh colored, so it was hard to tell but his skin looked off. I reached into my pants and plucked out my phone, praying that it worked so I could turn on the flashlight. It did. That was a small miracle.
I shone it down on him. They were scales. Flesh colored scales. How in the world was that possible? People didn’t have scales. It had to be a tattoo. A really well designed one. I put a finger on it. It felt weird, scaly. Not possible. It had to be some sort of weird body art. People did all sorts of crazy things nowadays
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Bethany Shaw writes paranormal, science fiction and contemporary romance. Vampires, shapeshifters, and good old-fashioned romances are her favorites. Writing has always been a passion of hers and she enjoys creating fun and imaginative characters and worlds.