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so surprised her panicked state, she jerked her gaze toward the sound as her body quaked in reaction. Had someone come to save her?
    “Don’t,” the beast above her commanded, “Move.”
    To hear the semblance of a human’s voice in the world gone so mad made her hopes flare unrealistically. Yet they did all the same. She wanted to live.
    “Trinity!” a man’s voice shouted from the forest surrounding them.
    The beast’s head jerked upward to look over her head and away from stalking her with its blazing and vulturous, yellow eyes.
    “Stop, brother! Don’t bite her, Trinity!” the voice rang out from the distance.
    Beth felt the air she held suspended leave her lungs as her hands flattened on the chest above her. Bite her? She cringed.
    “ Virgin’s blood,” the beast-man above her snarled viciously. “So potent you can smell it. Never felt this hunger before!” His voice growled, making her whimper and squirm against him with the intense need to run.
    “Trinity! Brother!”
    “I will fight it, Church,” her beast-man vowed, half snarled, half shouted as his chest heaved into her chest. “Move away!” he yelled.
    “For our mother!” the voice, called Church, returned.
    Beth didn’t understand anything that had happened that night. How could she end up nearly naked beneath a primal man-beast? So many things were beyond the comprehension of her innocent life. However, she did understand — or perhaps she wanted it so badly to be true — that the man called Trinity, imprisoning her, was trying to fight the urge to strike her. He couldn’t be the one that had chased her through the night forest because that presence held a livid and evil malevolence toward her.
    “I will rise upward and give you my jacket,” the creature called Trinity said. His voice held strange inflections through the large fangs extending from his mouth. It also seemed he promised the action as though to convince himself.
    Beth tensed more, trying to slow her panting breath, halfway certain he wouldn’t win the battle as he began to rise upward. Then, with his arms locked on either side of her, he stopped moving, but his other worldly eyes didn’t stop traveling. He looked over her face, and then he looked downward toward her bare chest. She gasped a squeal of embarrassment chasing her fear, as caution be damned, she jerked her arms between them to cover her breasts.
    “You are very beautiful,” his tense voice emitted lowly. His hand rose and she would have flinched away, but his gaze held her immobile. His fingers touched her cheek and they felt cold as he curled them and he stroked over the curve of her cheek with the back of his knuckles.
    “Please,” she begged for her life, and the red glints in his eyes seemed to dull within the yellow. His hand lifted to her temple and he did the most extraordinary thing. He wrote a cross upon her temple with his fingers.
    “For my mother,” he growled lowly.
    Beth could feel the incredible tautness in his body above her. He nearly quivered with tenseness, and then he continued to rise off her lower body, until the cold night air flashed across her nakedness.
    It was the most unheard of position she’d ever been in. She’d never so much as shown her ankle to a gentleman. To be nude was horrifying as she laid there shaking with mortification. Then a warm jacket fell on top of her and she snatched it against her body … overwhelmed.
    “Put it on,” the man’s hoarse voice ordered from the darkness above her.
    “I-I,” she mewled, her body quaking.
    “ Don’t make me touch your skin again,” his voice demanded.
    Then it seemed to Beth as if her body was held by strings he pulled. She sat upright even though she thought she couldn’t. Next, her arms jerkily lifted to turn the coat behind her and put her hands through the sleeves.
    Her hair was a rampant mess around her and half was caught beneath the jacket, but she didn’t care. She hurriedly buttoned it, to cover