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Authors: Rashelle Workman
anger.
I felt his teeth sink into my neck, felt my skin part like a boat gliding through water. When he started to suck, everything became hazy, like a dream. My body suddenly ached for his touch even as my mind revolted. I heard myself sigh, and pushed my neck deeper into his mouth. He shuddered, and the pull of my blood from my body became stronger.
Then there was darkness.
Chapter 9
I was being shaken.
“Snow. Snow. Wake up.”
With a jolt I shot back in my chair. My head had been resting on the table. My eyes were blurry. The light from the chandelier blared. All my thoughts were on the man with the glowing red eyes, and the way he’d been drinking my blood. Yearning and revulsion swirled through my organs. A scream gurgled out, and I grabbed at my throat.
“Are you okay?”
It was Gabe. Wiping my eyes, I scanned the room. Kenmei, Hiro , Heathcliff, Dorian, and Gabe stared at me with a mixture of apprehension, and worry.
Standing, my chair shot out, and knocked to the floor. “I am not okay. What’s going on?” I don’t know why, but I focused all of my anger on Kenmei. Probably because this had occurred in his place. “Some psycho bit me,” I screamed, slamming my hands on the table. It shattered, and broke right down the middle.
The guys stood as the table leaned toward them, and the white cups slid to the floor.
Kenmei bent and whispered something to Hiro . The boy nodded, and ran off.
Gabe put his hands out. “Snow, it’s okay.” He studied the table, dragging a hand through his gorgeous hair, as though he were trying to come to grips with what’d just transpired.
I shook my head, unable to reign in the burning anger. Loud pounding noises, like a hundred drummers banging the bass, sounded inside my head. There was a rhythm. And it made my blood boil. I touched my neck in the place where the man had bitten. I could feel the raised scar tissue.
“Aha!” It had really happened… somehow. That knowledge thrilled me in a strange, crazy way.
“Look,” I said, grabbing Gabe’s hand and pressing his fingers to my neck. So close, I smelled his shampoo, and his deodorant. Peppermint tea tinged his breath. I also smelled something else. It was fragrant, musky. Was it fear? Placing a hand on his chest I realized the banging bass in my brain was Gabe’s heart. And the other pounding was the beating of the other’s hearts. “Can you feel the scars?” I asked Gabe, trying to contain my need to shout.
He leaned away slightly, his gorgeous green eyes wide. “No.” He tried to look at my neck, but I pushed him away, frustrated. “No. How can you not feel it? Where’s a mirror?”
Bowing slightly I stopped in front of Kenmei. Tilting my neck toward him, I swallowed my overwhelming panic, brushed away tears, and fought my ferocious anger. “Do you see anything,” I asked through clenched teeth.
He shook his head. “No. I am sorry. But I sense supernatural magic surrounding you.”
I couldn’t push my wayward tears back any longer. Sinking in the chair Hiro had occupied, I whispered softly, “What’s happening to me?”
The little boy, Hiro , peeked around the corner. “Shiryo! Shiryo! Shiryo!”
The word filled me with panic. “What’s that?”
Heathcliff, Dorian, and Gabe had come to stand behind me. I knew it because the rapid pounding of their hearts grew closer.
Dorian spoke, “Shiryo. What does that mean?”
Kenmei gave Hiro a reproachful look. “Did you do as I asked?”
“Yes, Grandfather. Adam Henry is coming.”
Heathcliff sprang into action. “I’d better leave a message with the others that we might be a while.”
Kenmei dragged in a deep breath. “Shiryo is Japanese for ghost, spirit, soul, or revenant.”
As he spoke the last word, he looked directly at me. His explanation sunk deep into my veins. Revenant. I rolled the word over in my mind.
“What exactly is a revenant?” Gabe asked. His voice shook with emotion, and I looked back. He smiled, but it
I felt his teeth sink into my neck, felt my skin part like a boat gliding through water. When he started to suck, everything became hazy, like a dream. My body suddenly ached for his touch even as my mind revolted. I heard myself sigh, and pushed my neck deeper into his mouth. He shuddered, and the pull of my blood from my body became stronger.
Then there was darkness.
Chapter 9
I was being shaken.
“Snow. Snow. Wake up.”
With a jolt I shot back in my chair. My head had been resting on the table. My eyes were blurry. The light from the chandelier blared. All my thoughts were on the man with the glowing red eyes, and the way he’d been drinking my blood. Yearning and revulsion swirled through my organs. A scream gurgled out, and I grabbed at my throat.
“Are you okay?”
It was Gabe. Wiping my eyes, I scanned the room. Kenmei, Hiro , Heathcliff, Dorian, and Gabe stared at me with a mixture of apprehension, and worry.
Standing, my chair shot out, and knocked to the floor. “I am not okay. What’s going on?” I don’t know why, but I focused all of my anger on Kenmei. Probably because this had occurred in his place. “Some psycho bit me,” I screamed, slamming my hands on the table. It shattered, and broke right down the middle.
The guys stood as the table leaned toward them, and the white cups slid to the floor.
Kenmei bent and whispered something to Hiro . The boy nodded, and ran off.
Gabe put his hands out. “Snow, it’s okay.” He studied the table, dragging a hand through his gorgeous hair, as though he were trying to come to grips with what’d just transpired.
I shook my head, unable to reign in the burning anger. Loud pounding noises, like a hundred drummers banging the bass, sounded inside my head. There was a rhythm. And it made my blood boil. I touched my neck in the place where the man had bitten. I could feel the raised scar tissue.
“Aha!” It had really happened… somehow. That knowledge thrilled me in a strange, crazy way.
“Look,” I said, grabbing Gabe’s hand and pressing his fingers to my neck. So close, I smelled his shampoo, and his deodorant. Peppermint tea tinged his breath. I also smelled something else. It was fragrant, musky. Was it fear? Placing a hand on his chest I realized the banging bass in my brain was Gabe’s heart. And the other pounding was the beating of the other’s hearts. “Can you feel the scars?” I asked Gabe, trying to contain my need to shout.
He leaned away slightly, his gorgeous green eyes wide. “No.” He tried to look at my neck, but I pushed him away, frustrated. “No. How can you not feel it? Where’s a mirror?”
Bowing slightly I stopped in front of Kenmei. Tilting my neck toward him, I swallowed my overwhelming panic, brushed away tears, and fought my ferocious anger. “Do you see anything,” I asked through clenched teeth.
He shook his head. “No. I am sorry. But I sense supernatural magic surrounding you.”
I couldn’t push my wayward tears back any longer. Sinking in the chair Hiro had occupied, I whispered softly, “What’s happening to me?”
The little boy, Hiro , peeked around the corner. “Shiryo! Shiryo! Shiryo!”
The word filled me with panic. “What’s that?”
Heathcliff, Dorian, and Gabe had come to stand behind me. I knew it because the rapid pounding of their hearts grew closer.
Dorian spoke, “Shiryo. What does that mean?”
Kenmei gave Hiro a reproachful look. “Did you do as I asked?”
“Yes, Grandfather. Adam Henry is coming.”
Heathcliff sprang into action. “I’d better leave a message with the others that we might be a while.”
Kenmei dragged in a deep breath. “Shiryo is Japanese for ghost, spirit, soul, or revenant.”
As he spoke the last word, he looked directly at me. His explanation sunk deep into my veins. Revenant. I rolled the word over in my mind.
“What exactly is a revenant?” Gabe asked. His voice shook with emotion, and I looked back. He smiled, but it
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