Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Kansas City, Missouri. Not a massive metropolis like New York or Paris, but one showing a certain potential to be just as… grand. Grand that is, for being split between two states by one street named Stateline. I’m sure it had its other “advantages,” but flying by jet from the Coven of Alaska to the downtown airport was not one of them.

The men and I had arrived about an hour ago. Naurius and Caleb rented an SUV and after we loaded our bags, we navigated our way to the Marriot hotel where our client, Alex, had arranged to meet.

“Can I get you something to drink, sir?”

I glanced up, to the man gliding a wet -and slightly musty- cloth across the thick amber coated counter. He stopped, his grey eyes gapping wide at the scar I carried on the left side of my face. You think he would have noticed it when I’d first arrived, but there must have been a shift change. This bartender seemed older than the man who had been there a moment ago.

His puzzled expression –the one I’ve seen time again- ensured me he wondered how I’d gotten such a mark. Maybe he thought is was due to a dangerous job I had. Which was partially true. Then again, maybe he thought I’d been the victim of a horrific cougar or bear attack. I wasn’t about to volunteer the information so I continued to let him ponder.

He finally realized he was staring and shifted uncomfortably before resting his weight on the rim of the bar with both hands, giving me a fake semi-encouraging smile, which suggested either order something or find another seat. Having been sitting there for a while without ordering, I guess I couldn’t blame him. But I also couldn’t’ help but wonder whether he wanted me out of the seat to give people who actually wanted to order a place to sit or because he was afraid I would scare off his potential customers. My cynical side decided if it was the latter. But I wasn’t going to move.

Alex had left a paper note with instruction at the lobby desk to meet with him in the hotel lounge at 9:30 p.m. I noted the time on the wall above the Bar. It was well past 9:30 p.m. going on 10:15. The bastard didn’t even have decency to call and say he was running late.

The bartender cleared his throat, catching my attention as he raised his brows with impatience. “Anything?”

My eyes reluctantly wondered the top shelf behind him, and skimmed downward, knowing they wouldn’t have my favorite. Hot blood with Ambrosia mixed with a hint of mint was more than just a rarity. It would latch on close to insanity in a mortal’s eye.

I let out an agitated breath, an irritation, not just towards the bartender but also to that steady hum that had been building on my nerves for months now. My inner panther didn’t take well to the annoyance bubbling beneath the surface either and his pacing didn’t much help. It kept me on the edge, just enough to give me a nasty attitude when I didn’t need one.

I ran a hand through my hair. “Just…a double whiskey is fine.”

“Make that two.” A warm feminine voice added from behind me. I naturally turned towards the owner. “Sorry I’m late.” She added.
Was she talking to me? I tried to resist the urge to look over my shoulder but it was useless and I quickly took note of the people sitting closest to us.

There weren’t many people in the lounge. A couple set on a sofa quietly chatting amongst themselves and a two men at the other end of the bar, -confirming my earlier theory that the bartender did in fact want me to leave- but none of them close enough to be actively engaged in her greeting.

I shifted my attention back to the mystery women. I didn’t recognize who she was, but her warm smile suggested otherwise.
It was hard not to stare. I mean, she was a beauty but a different kind of beauty than I was used to. Her skin was pale ivory, that the red lipstick she wore averted my attention to the lovely swell of her mouth. Her narrow nose swooped down elegantly, complimenting her high cheekbones. The edges of her ebony bob kissed her long neck as she shimmied out of her long black coat revealing a red fitted sweater with black slacks and red shinny heels. She slid her rear onto the stool next to me with such grace, for a moment I thought she might be Valarian.

The bartender set two glasses in front of us and poured whiskey half way into each, his eyes shifting warily between the two of us.
What the hell was his problem?

A rosy floral scent wafted the air with an alluring charm, waning my frustrations at the bartender. Her gaze pinned me, and the slight smile brought one sharp edge of her mouth up, sexy as hell. I was about to ask if we knew each other when she said--.

“My name is Alex.” She held out one slim, well-manicured hand, nails polished red.

I blinked. Alex…was a woman. No problem, I knew the name Alex was unisex, but I had all but prepared myself to meet with a, Her.
She must have sensed my small amount of shock because she cocked her head to the side, amusement flickering in her frosty grey eyes. “You must have been expecting a man.”

I took my hand into hers and gave a quick firm handshake. “I wasn’t expecting you.” I simply said.

“I must admit, I wasn’t exactly specific when I left the note at the front lobby over the phone. My full name is Alexandria Daphne, but most people call me Alex.” She reached for a napkin off the small pile lying on the counter, then nodded to the bartender. I must have missed their quiet exchange, because when I looked towards his direction he had disappeared around a corner. I turned back to Alex, who’d folded the napkin in half and pressed her lips against its crease, leaving an imprint of her red lipstick behind. She placed the napkin back on the counter next to her drink.

“And you must be Kayden Shyam-Raj, Pure breed Valarian from the Coven of Alaska. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

If I had wanted the world to know my business I had met the right woman to do it, her voice seemed to carry over the jazz music playing in the background from the stereo’s imbedded in the walls. And my eyes couldn’t help but shift cautiously around to see if any of the mortals had overheard.

She leaned in closer, placing her hand gently on my thigh under the counter and I glanced down but didn’t move it.

“Forgive me, sometimes I forget to lower my voice at the right time.” She purred. “But I don’t think anyone here is worried about our business.”

A slight tug pulled at one corner of my mouth, a smile trying to form for some reason. But I fought it, raised my brows and pinned her with a condemning stare instead. “You’re late.”

She laughed and smiled wide, flashing a mouth full of pearls as she leaned back moving her hand away.

Her amusement irritated me, but she was damn beautiful when she did it. And all I could do was to sit there and stare at her for the rest of the evening. Watching the dim light catch those frosted eyes.

“And you’re bold,” she leveled. “I’m the one who’s paying your team, remember? I can afford to be…fashionably late.”

I made a slight snort, but she had a point, and I couldn’t argue with it. She was compensating my men substantially, more than she had to, and I winced inwardly for even bringing it up.

“No worries. I’ll let it slide and you can make it up to me later.” She gave me another sensual grin and the smile I’d been trying to hold back, finally broke through. Her eyes noticeable dropped down to my mouth, heating them with a sheer look and slowly blazed a trail back up the left side of my face. She eyed my scar, just as the bartender had but there was no look of disgust on her face, in fact as our vision met again she seemed rather…interested.

“Your scar give you character.” She said “Like a warrior from battle. It’s, becoming.”

As much as the comment flattered me, my self-hatred wouldn’t allow me completely feel the pride of what she was saying. I knew how
I’d gotten the scar, and it wasn’t from being a warrior.

There was an assertive strength I liked about her. The way she carried herself, the bright colored clothing she dared to wear which suggested she was just as bold and most likely as aggressive as me. My type certainly revolves around strong, independent women with experience. A woman who can give me a good fight, the cold shoulder and a rough round of makeup sex afterwards. Yes, I have issues.

My eyes drifted down to her sweater. Red wasn’t just the color for passion, it was a color of rebellion, and my mind couldn’t help but wonder if she wore a red bra underneath.

Alex straightened, naturally pushing out her chest and crossed her legs under the counter. She must have seen me gapping.

“I hope your flight was pleasant.” She said.

So, she was going to pretend she hadn’t noticed me and I could play along. “It was well.” I nodded. “We didn’t have problems finding the hotel but we won’t be staying here.” I continued. “Naurius, one of my men, has an condo near the Plaza which will allow us more privacy and mobility if need be.”

Better than being stuck on the sixth floor of a busy hotel. At least they would have some space for error if something unexpected happened. Better prepared than sorry.

She made a short “mm” sound of acknowledgment as she reached for her glass of whiskey, bringing the rim to her lips. It was hard to read what she might have been thinking with “mm”.

She glided her tongue over her bottom lip as she finished and I hardened, my imagination playing images of other ways she could use her mouth.

“It’s a shame you won’t stay.” She said placing the glass down, using her other hand to fiddle with her earing.

Was this her way of coming on to me? I wasn’t sure, but she affected me. She had been flirting with me earlier and I’d given a few flirtatious smiles in return, but now it seemed like she was just teasing me. She knew I was watching.

The irritation came creeping back and it was only when my inner panther stood up and started pacing again, I realized he’d been settled for a while. And that agitated me even more.

Anyways what did it matter? The whole reason why they were meeting was so she could give me the assignment. She was a paying client and I was her employee. Nothing more.

“Will you be leaving tonight?” The question pulled my attention from thought and our eyes met.

No. Yes. Maybe. “Depends.” I decided, the huskiness in my voice practically giving me away. I wanted her and the truth wasn’t at all alarming. She was sexy, charming, and I really did want to see if she wore a red bra against that creaming white skin of hers.

Alex didn’t seem at all amazed by my half-ass proposition and in response she let the tip of her tongue touch the top of her lip. She watched me, watch her through every hair splitting second of the exotic movement. I couldn’t stop staring if I tired and the swell against my jeans was a testament to that, making it suddenly uncomfortable to sit.

Surprisingly, Alex reached over and picked up my glass of whiskey off the counter. “Depends on…?” she asked, extending the sound of the “n”, waiting for my reason. With my glass in her hand, she gently wiggled it in front of me, urging me to drink with her. I honestly hadn’t planned on even touching the drink. Whiskey wasn’t really a favorite of mine and my only reason for ordering it was to get the bartender off my case.

I glanced to her glass on the counter and noticed her lip printed napkin had disappeared and my mind didn’t give it a second thought.

“My earlier comment about you being late. Do I sill need to make up for it?” I took my glass from her hand and downed the contents in one fire-burning gulp. I honestly hadn’t remembered whiskey burning so bad.

She draped her coat over her elbow. “Why don’t we go to my room and talk it over”.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2


Mira Croisseux, brought her knees to her chin and hugged herself tight, tucking her head down as a wave of the anxiety washed over her for the umpteenth time, a nagging force, which prevented her from resting peacefully some nights. For months now she had been feeling this way and for the life of her she couldn’t understand why. She rocked slowly, closing her eyes and taking in deep measured breaths to calm herself, just like she’d learned to do for her meditation. In. Out. Slow breathing.

She was sitting in the middle of her bed in the dark of her large chambers. The wind whistled through the bare branches outside, scraping gently and creating a rhythmic “tick…tick, tick” against the window behind her. She set like that, rocking, for a long moment before finally opening her eyes and lifting her chin to rest on her knees, her efforts at last settling her frazzled nerves.

There was a light “knock, knock” at her door which made her jump, nearly dissolving her resolve. She threw back her thick blanket and tip toed her way across the cold hard wood floor. The door gave a soft groan as she cracked it open, and she wasn’t at all surprised by who was standing behind.

Dominique was a longtime friend. Well, the only friend she really had at the complex that treated her like an actual person. His tall frame and slim built blocked almost all of the light seeping from the hall way through the crack. His chocolate hair was a wild mess -probably from the wind outside- and he wore his usual uniform; khaki pants with a black blazer over a grey sweatshirt. He worked as a night guard for the complex they lived in and he always took some time from his night shift to come and check up on her. She loves his visits.

His smile was warm. “Everything okay?” His French accent turned his “T’s” into “S’s” and he occasionally rolled his “R’s”.

“Everything’s fine.” She smiled back, hoping the half-lie didn’t show too much. She didn’t want to appear as helpless as she had a few nights ago. And she had actually managed to dissolve her anxiety attack faster than normal tonight. So, really everything was fine.

“You sure?” His brows raised and he gave her a concerned look. “I’ve known you long enough to know, you are horrible at lying. So, if there is anything I can do—.”

She shook her head to that. “I’m fine, really. I had a small anxiety attack earlier but I managed.”

Dominique was a good man. Not that she knew too many others as well as she knew him, but he made her feel good. He was strong and honorable and he made her feel safe.

Salut, a group originating from France who believed in the old religion, The Gods, raised her. André, being the leader of the group, had taken her in after her grand-mère had disappeared when she was five. He had become her father but kept her on a short leash. Having lived in the closed inner life, she’d never truly seen the world outside of their walls. She wasn’t allowed to leave the complex for anything, so naturally everything was provided for her.

Dominique had come to Salut with his mother as a teenager and it was after a congregational meeting when she’d met him. He had been a scrawny kid growing up but before she’d known it, he’d turned into a man.

He shifted his eyes thoughtfully to the ground then back up to her and gave a sigh “I came to remind you, Salut council will be here tomorrow night, André expects you to be present.”

Oh, she’d almost forgotten about the council’s arrival and she fought back a heavy dose of dread suddenly building in her belly. The time was truly drawing near for her death to take place and even though a part of her was more than willing to give her life for the greater good, a small part of her was heartsick. She didn’t want to leave her family. She didn’t want to leave Dominique. But she knew that if she focused on what she didn’t want, she would only dread the coming day even more. Accepting the gift to give her life to make the world a better place was not a curse, it was a blessing and she would gladly do it.

She pulled on a grateful smile, willing the corners of her lips to stay…actively appreciative. “Thanks. I almost forgot.”
In noticing her failing efforts he said something barely audible in French before touching her hand that gripped the edge of the door.

“Vous êtes dans mes pensées”

You’re in my thoughts.

It warmed her and steadied her resolve in the decision she’d made when she was a child.

They were about to say their good nights, when Dominique stopped the door from closing with his foot, his eyes not on her but on something behind her. She looked back, curious to know exactly what had caught his attention only she didn’t see anything. Dominique gently pushed the door open and she backed up enough for him to slip through into her room. Pulling out a black gun from the inside of his jacket, Mira took another cautious step back realizing that whatever he saw was no joke.

“What is it?” she whispered, standing only a few feet behind him now.

Dominique held up two fingers to his lips, signaling for her silence as he slowly headed towards the bathroom door.
There was someone in her bathroom? But how? There were no windows and the only door leading out was the one leading in.

Mira, fiddled with the hem of her camisole nighty as Dominique turned the nob giving the door a little nudge to open itself all the way.
It was darker then black in the bathroom all except for a shifting shadow and the quick flash of silver catching a glare from somewhere. Dominique raised his gun and was about entered the room.

“No, wait!” she held out a hand but it was too late.

The shadow partially emerged from the black abyss and she caught a glimpse of what looked like a large paw. It knocked the gun from

Dominique’s hand quick and sent it flying low across the room under her bed.

Dominique staggered back, and fell to the ground with a “thud”. He tried to right himself as quickly as possible but whatever was in the bathroom grabbed him by the legs and tugged his body half way into the darkness. He caught himself on the outer frame of the door with both hands.

“Mira, run!” he yelled. “Go tell the others!”

But she couldn’t just leave him here. She couldn’t allow the only friend she had to get eaten by the monster in her bathroom. The decision to flee to go get help and hope he was still alive when she got back or to remain and aid him the best way she could hung in the balance before she made her choice.

With the bravery she’d been storing for her final day, she leaped forward and grabbed onto the back of Dominique’s blazer, pulling with every ounce of strength she could muster. Dominique continued to kick with his feet, intent on maiming the beast.

“Get the gun, Mira!” he yelled. “Protect yourself.”

“But, if I let you go--.”

“The gun!”

She reluctantly let go of his blazer and her heart nearly dropped into her early grave when he slid a few more feet into the bathroom.

But he continued to brace himself, still gripping the doorframe. She hurried to the other side of her bed and dropped to all fours sweeping her hand underneath the bed until she felt cold hard metal touch the tip of her fingers.

She gripped the gun and stood, not quite sure how to use it. Point and shoot. Should be easy enough, right? Like in the movies.

She came around to the foot of the bed and raised the gun, aiming into the darkness of the bathroom. Dominique looked over his shoulder and braced himself squinting as she shot off a round.

The sound bellowed through the enclosure, shredding through her eardrum and she stumble back not anticipating the kick back. She closed her eyes, and clutched her ears with both hands, dropping the gun to the floor and another bullet went off. She jumped and prayed to the Gods that it hadn’t hit Dominique.

A loud scream, which sounded more animalistic than anything she’d ever heard, echoed through the room. And she opened her eyes just in time to see a large black paw spring with claws and sinking them into Dominique’s chest.

The man bellowed a gut-wrenching scream as blood puddled from his wounds. Dominique lost his grip on the doorframe and the beast slid his bloodied body into the darkness.

There was an eerie silence that settled. Not a complete silence, there was a rhythmic panting sound of an animal that lingered and as she watched, a sleek, shinny coated jaguar came stalking out of the shadows of the bathroom and into the dimly moon lit bedroom. Her heart caught in the back of her throat and she froze, the sound of her heartbeat growing increasingly loud in her ears. She couldn’t move, couldn’t breath, she could only watch, as the large cat made its way closer to her, preparing to strike at anytime.

To her amazement and beyond anything she had ever seen in her life, the large cat stopped, set back on its hunches before busting into a shimmering host of blue and white light. A spectacle of magic, as a man crouched on the floor suddenly appeared in its place.

His breath was ragged and part of her rejoiced when she saw the bullet hole at his shoulder glistening with a heavy a coat of dark blood.

She’d hit him!

No, wait. She’d shot a man.

The cat/man seemed unaffected by the gapping hole at his shoulder and stood with such lethal and flawless effort, it made her knees knock and an icy cold current of fear rushed through every vein in her body.

The length of his stand seemed endless and it was only until he was fully erect, towering over her, did she realize he was much taller than Dominique.

She glanced into the bathroom. Dominique. Was he dead?

Oddly enough the fact that the cat/man was completely naked had no affect on her as it would have under normal circumstances. She’d only ever seen naked men in those naughty movies she use to watch, but never in real life.

His skin shimmered a moon kissed bronze. Muscles roped over him, defining his broad shoulders, arms and tightly ripped abs.

She instinctively took a few steps back, short from running, when he closed the remaining distance between them in two large strides.

She held her breath and he grabbed her arm, clasping it surprisingly gentle for the amount of force he presented.

A scream tried to work its way out of her throat but his other hand closed over her mouth in a tight vise, much more aggressively then the grip at her arm. It forced her head back and her eyes up and it was only then she noticed the scar that graced the left side of his face. He brought her body close to his and she could feel the true hardness of his body against her soft curves.

He was going to kill her, just like he’d killed Dominique in that aggressive cat form. She was a good as dead.

Though, she’d often played out her own death over and over in her mind, the way she knew her death would come, this hadn’t been it.

This wasn’t the way she was supposed to die. She was suppose to die for the sake of mankind, for a greater good when the time came, not by some half-man, half-cat monster who hid in people bathrooms at night.

He lowered his face to hers and even in the dark she could make out the deep green color in his eyes dusted with gold. But there was something else, something strange and unnatural. It wasn’t just the fact that he was a cat. There was a haze riding in the fronts of those eyes.

“I’m here to save your worth.” He said. And with that, he took her with him in that burst of shimmering light until all went black.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3


Wake up.

My eyes opened and I took in a generous breath of air, as if I’d been placed underwater for hours. Five seconds ticked by, as I watched the spinning blades of the ceiling fan above me wobble off balance.

My mind was a fog, a heavy layer of smoke, clouding my ability to think properly, to understand. I laid there a few seconds longer, searching for an inner landmark, evidence, a memory that would stand out, something that would remind me who I was, where I was.

Something shifted inside of me, something familiar. It stood in the backdrop of my mind, a sleek image of a cat standing to stretch, nudging me with its head, with its tail. Our tail. My panther.

I set up as a hollow panic urged its way to the surface of my consciousness but what accompanied me was a headache that forced my eyes shut. I gripped my forehead with one hand, clinching my teeth. It felt like a ball of little needles had exploded and were pressing up sharp against the inside of my head. With the piecing pain came a flush of imagery, quick, sharp and incoherent, like a distorted projector. The images felt like pieces of a dream, the movements and the sounds were jagged, ripped from the seam and glued back together into a mess. None of it made any sense. All except for the last image I saw which reverberated into a solid picture and with it came a flush of ragging energy as only one name came to mind.

Alex.

“Bitch.” I squeezed through my teeth and another dose of sharp pain stabbed at my forehead. Tears threatened to burn the back of my eyes, but I forced them back, enduring the agony I’d taught myself to embrace long ago. Pain was my friend.

The image of myself sitting at the bar with Alex wobbled, only mocking me further and I realized her charms and flirtatious antics towards me had been nothing but a distraction, a guileful ploy, giving her a chance to lace my drink. No, It couldn’t have been her, I’d been watching her the whole time and there was no way she could have done it, unless she had help. The bartender perhaps? I shook my head at the thought, trying to wan the urge to vomit at the betrayal.

Holding my head in both hands, I kept my eyes shut and swept my feet to the side of the bed. A slight muffled sound forced my eyes back opened to look up and I quickly became aware that I was no longer in my hotel room.

There was a rustic, wooden coffee table with a closed laptop that set right in front of me and the furrow that had formed between my brows grew even more as I looked around. The bed I thought I’d been sleeping on was actually a well-worn couch and as I stood to take in the rest of the area I realized I was in a small apartment. Where I stood must have been the living room because there was a small island that separated that area from the kitchen. A short hallway with a closet at each wall led into the bathroom to my right and a closed door, I imagined which led into a bedroom, to my left.

“Hello!” My voice was harsh and gritty.

No one answered.

I cleared my throat and tried again. “Naurius…Caleb!” Still no answer, but another rustling noise shifted my attention to the crack under the door to the bedroom.

I only hoped that the men hadn’t gotten pulled into Alex’s shenanigans, but a part of me had a bad feeling, especially after seeing the flash back of imagery after waking up, something wasn’t right.

I started to make my way to the bedroom door but as I approached a buzzing sound drew my attention to the counter top of the island. My phone set on top vibrating and I backtracked to answer it. Maybe it was one of the men.

“Hello.”

“Kayden.”

Luck wasn’t on my side and I let out an audible breath in response. It was Alex, and her voice was annoyingly pleasant.
“How are you doing?”

I tired my best to compose the swelling heat burning under my façade. “If I could reach through this phone to grab your neck, I’d gladly show you.”

“Now, now. That’s no way to greet a friend.”

Friends? Fuck friends they weren’t friends. “Cut the shit, Alex. What the fuck is going on? How did I get here? Did you drug me?” The thought of her using some kind of highly potent date rape drug on me churned the stomach. Whatever drug she’d used, though, would have to have been strong enough to take out a half a mortal football team at least. Valarians just weren’t susceptible to the average human drug dosage.

“Questions, questions, questions. I’m not sure you’re ready to know what you did last night and this afternoon.”

Afternoon? I glanced around in search of a clock, not having noticed the time of day. A side table set to the right side of the couch, and a digital clock set on top, red numbers glaring back at me. It was a little past 7 p.m. and a heavy dread washed over me as I realized I’d lost almost an entire day. What had I done? I couldn’t remember anything that wasn’t shredded in the haze of mess I’d woken up to.

The last solid image in my memory was waiting to meet with Alex in the lounge. I ordered a drink. She showed up, we talked or rather flirted. I finished my drink and then…and then. It was blank. I couldn’t remember.

“You still there?”

I let out a shaky breath, a mixture of emotion lacing my response. “What did you do to me?” Where were my men? And a bitter tasted began to swirl in my mouth. It was my responsibility to keep them safe, to make sure they were prepared. If anything happened to them while doing this contract--. “Where are Caleb and Naurius?” I couldn’t even finish the thought.

“Calm down, Kayden.”

“I’ll calm down, when I damn well please. Now, where are they?”

She ignored my simmering anger and instead responded with, “I was instructed to call and inform you of what’s going to happen over then next 24-48 hours.”

What the hell was she talking about?

“I’m going to give you, your assignment. And you are going to follow my orders without question. Do you understand?”

Total shock must have taken control of me because the next thing that came out of flying out of my mouth was, “Go fuck yourself.” Before hanging up.

I ran a hand through my hair as I pressed the end button, not having noticed until now that I’d began pacing while on the phone. I supposed it was a stupid thing to do, hanging up on her if she really did have my men.

I stopped and dialed Caleb’s number. It rang the usual four times before switching to a musical voice mail. I hung up and tried Naurius’ number. Same thing. I called home to the manor at the Coven in Alaska, where all seven of the men stayed. Ashley Keanu answered the phone with the usual video game background noise of Madden playing. But when I asked if he’d herd from the men he’d said no. I explained to Ash where I was and he said I was probably at Naurius’ Condo. Then he started asking question, questions that I didn’t have the answer to yet. So, I made up some lame but quick excuse to get off the phone. He bought it.

Alex hadn’t called back since I’d hung up on her and the one time I was willing to set some pride aside and call her back, I found out that she’d called from an unknown number. So much for that idea.

All I could do now was wait. I let out another breath waiting for the irritation to come creeping back like it had so many times before, but nothing happened. I even urged it along, provoking it with memories of Alex and me flirting, still nothing came. I focused on my inner panther to see what he was up to and that bastard was taking a nap.

And for the third time I heard rustling coming from the other side of that bedroom door, only this time I didn’t ignore it. I slipped my phone into the font pocket of my jeans and braced myself for what laid behind.

As I stepped through the threshold I should have been a little more surprised by what I saw. There was a white haired woman bound and gagged like she’d been auditioning for a soft version of an S&M show. She had on a cotton, cream colored, mini-nighty-thing and rope was tied around her waist attaching her bound arms to her ankles at her back. The gag was a simple white cloth tied tightly around her mouth. She had shifted onto her stomach, in what seemed like a very uncomfortable position, stretched horizontally across the mattress. Most of her upper body was hanging over the edge of the bed.

Remembered how I’d said I should have been more surprised. Thing is, during the flood of imagery I experienced upon waking, and the magnitude of information I was trying to process, I remembered seeing the white haired women in the midst of it all. And I vaguely remembered tying her up in this fashion and leaving her in the bedroom. I just wish I knew why. Who was I kidding Alex was the reason why. She was behind the whole charades.

Having heard me open the door, the woman shifted again, lifting her head to get a better view of me. If there wasn’t terror ridden in those pale, wide eyes of hers I didn’t know what it was. She was scared of me and as my memory started to piece itself together, from scattered images, I knew she had a reason to be.

I closed the distance between us and pulled the half of her body that was hanging off the side, back onto the bed by her arm, sitting her on her side. She mumbled something inaudible through the cloth around her mouth, trying to move her body away from me as I set to the edge of the bed.

I loosened my grip at her arm and held up my other hand saying, “I’m not here to hurt you,” trying my best to sound as unthreatening as possible, considering she had every right to be scared. Our eyes met briefly and then she looked away resting her head on the flat pillow, almost in surrender.

I didn’t know what Alex was planning or what she was after but it was evident I was a few steps behind. The whole thing had been a set up. Meeting Alex at the lounge had been a way to get me alone and I vaguely remembered taking her to see the men. I shook my head. God know where they’re at or if they were even alive. Although, I figured she was smarter then that. If she did have them, than she would be using them for some kind of leverage. It’s what I would do in her shoes. But leverage for what?

I glanced back over to the woman who still refused to look at me. There was an all around softness about her. Her skin was a light honey color, and it almost matched perfectly with her white-honeyed hair. Her nose was short with a round tip and her eyes were a pale green. She wasn’t exotic or outrageously sexy but there was a sort of innocence and inexperience to her that slightly turned me off.
Her eyes shot back to me as if sensing my distaste and I pulled my hand from her arm.

I knew I shouldn’t leave her like this, but a part of me didn’t need anymore-unexpected surprises. With her bound a gagged, it assured me she wouldn’t try anything.

My phone buzzed again and I pulled it out of my front pocket, knowing who it was.

“Yeah.” My voice was bored

“Good, you’re calm now. Maybe I can actually get through to you.”

Responding to that would only kick my rebellious attitude back into hyper drive, so I kept my mouth shut.

Picking up on this, she continued. “So, I’m assuming from your silence you’ve had a chance to think about some things and I’m sure you have a lot of question. We’ll get to those later. By now I’m sure you’ve called your men to see if I were bluffing about having them. In addition I’m sure you’re either in the bedroom with the woman as we speak or have already seen her. Which leads me to believe that you’re ready to cooperated now.”

If there was anything I was going to be cooperating about, it was going to be the steady end of my dagger’s blade slicing through that pretty little smile of hers.

I got up from the bed heading back to the living room. The girl mumbled something but I ignored her and closed the bedroom door behind me. “What do you want?”

“I need for you to keep our contract.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose with my free hand and closed my eyes, irritation simmering on the verge of yet another eruption. “And what about Caleb and Naurius, how can I ensure their safety once I’ve accepted?”

“If you keep your end of the deal, then no special force will be needed to motivate you.”

My eyes popped open. Motivate me? I’m already motivated.

Although, I slightly hesitated before asking, “…What’s the Contract?”

“Under the girls bed you will find a box. Your instructions are inside. Keep the girl with you, keep her safe and I’ll be in contact.”

The other end of the receiver clicked off.

The words keep her safe lingered in my head as I pulled the phone from my ear to place it back into my pocket. How was I supposed to keep her safe when I was the kidnapper? Still, even now the images from waking up were distorted and unclear. But the terror I’d seen in her eyes when I went to check on her a minute ago had made it clear as day, she was not happy to see me, which meant she wasn’t going to trust me.

Outside of kidnapping her, I must have freaked her out. She must have seen me do something. I skimmed through my memory, piecing together the images I’d briefly seen upon waking. Trying to make since of any of them that was not currently obvious. Maybe she’d seen me drinking blood. That wasn’t a big deal though, I could easily pawn that off as having done something else. Or maybe…

My blood suddenly drained to the bottom of my feet, pooling, when the image reverberated into a crystal clear picture.

Not only had she seen me shift, but she’d also seen me kill a man.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4


Shit!

That’s great. That’s just what I need. Kidnap charges. Murder charges. The Human Police snooping around in Valarian affairs. I don’t have time for that kind of stuff. And how am I going to explain that to her? I didn’t really want to, but I knew this conversation was going to have to happen there was no way around that. But not right now, I decided. Later.

I found myself walking or rather wondering about the living room before retuning to the bedroom door where the woman laid gagged and bound on the other side. Bound and gagged in a way that I honestly didn’t have any experience with. I rolled my eyes, clearly another one of Alex’s antics. But how did she do it? How did she make him do all of those things? It was a question that I had been haunting my subconscious this entire evening and I was afraid I knew the answer.

If she is Mage, I –

Don’t think about it. I shook my head inwardly.

I turned the door nob and entered into the dark bedroom. There had been a little amount of light coming from the side window against right wall earlier but now since the sun had set the room was completely dark, beside the light coming in from the living room.
I felt for the light switch on the closest wall and flicked it. Nothing. My gaze shifted upward to the ceiling and I noticed there was a bare light fixture missing a bulb. I guess Naurius hadn’t been to this apartment in a while, so there was no need for it.

Eyes trailing downward I noticed the girl hadn’t switched positions like she done before. She remained on her side, head slightly elevated, eyes squinting due to the flood of light coming in from the living room and pang of guilt washed over me. My inner panther even expressed his disapproval by batting a paw at me. Maybe I shouldn’t have left her like this, but what was I to do. Let her frolic free while I’m on the phone with the crazy bitch that must have recently crawled out of hell. No, it had been for the best.

But now there was no need to keep her like this and she did looked extremely uncomfortable.

Slowly I walked over to the bedside keeping a non-threatening posture, her beautiful pale eyes on me the entire time. They casted a grey tent instead of the pale green like before, obviously due to the lack of light in the room, but even now, they were stunning. But those seductive eyes turned terrified, and on the inside I knew why.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” I said holding up both hands. “I just—I just want to make you more comfortable by taking off the gag around your mouth.”

I stood there for a while as we stared at each other before she gave me a rigid nod with her head. I bent and reach both hands behind her head to untie the cloth gag and I couldn’t help but notice the scent of jasmine lingering around her. I closed my eyes for a second, allowing the scent to invade me and carry me to some place soft and delicate, then opened my eyes retracting my body from hers only then did I realize there was another piece of cloth stuffed into her mouth. I took it out and set both cloths on the small bedside table. “Sorry about that.”

Her lips were chapped as she opened and closed her mouth trying to swallow with probably what little saliva she had left.

She has to be thirsty. “As soon as I finished cutting the rope binding you, I will get you a glass of water.” I said.

She simply nodded.

I quickly kneeled down to grab the Dagger I always keep sheathed in my buckled boots but it wasn’t there. Frowning, more with irritation, I got up walked to the kitchen and retrieved a pair of scissors from one of the several draws near the sink, then remembered the water I had promised. Upon opening one of the first cabinets, I got lucky and reached for the empty glass, filling it up with water at the sink then returning to the bedroom. She watched me as I set the glass on the nightstand and carefully got to work on cutting the rope.

When I was finished there was a pile of white rope lying on the bedroom floor and she was now sitting down on the couch in the living room drinking her water in silence.

She had finished the first two glasses and was working on her third when I asked her “what’s your name?”

The girl stopped drinking immediately, slowly lifted her head and her pale green eyes met with mine for a second before she looked away.

“Mira.”

It was a beautiful name. There was something soft and delicate about it and it suited her perfectly.

“Well, Mira, My name is--.”

“Why have you taken me?”

That was a good question and it was one I didn’t have the answer to. I had opened my mouth to say something but no words formed. I truly did not have the answer. And when Mira looked up at me again there were tears in her eyes.

Shit.

She was such a timid scared little thing. I was afraid that if I looked at her wrong or said the wrong thing she would burst into tears.

I walked to the bathroom scanning the area for toilet paper and immediately noticed the blooded bandages and cotton balls in the waist basket next to the toilet seat. I dismissed it and grabbed the toilet paper roll off of the back of the toilet before returning and handing it to her. She continued to cry blowing her stuffy nose and wiping her stained cheeks.

I felt like an ass hole but I didn’t know what to say or what to do. I mean what do you say to a woman you killed a man in front of, kidnapped, bound and gaged, ungag and unbounded, then supplied water to. Comforting her just didn’t seem like a viable option. She probably thinks I’m so stark raving lunatic.

“Just tell me why you have taken me.” She manages to say between sobs and sniffles.

That was the number one question of the night. “I don’t know.”

She looks up at me, confusion ridden across her entire face. Her cheeks were flushed and eyes were puffy and red and my heart sank.

“I wish I could tell you what you want to hear, but I just—I …” Wait. I glanced back into the bedroom suddenly remembering the damn box Alex had talked about. “Stay here.” I said. Quickly making my way into the bedroom. I bend down to both knees and swept my hand underneath the bed, immediately my hand was greeted with a firm solid object. The Box. Making my way back to the living room I was pleasantly pleased and yet somewhat surprised to see Mira still sitting on the couch, sniffling. I guess I thought she would have bolted for the front door.

I bend over to place the box on the coffee table next to the laptop then straitened, staring down at the white haired beauty crying on the couch.

“Mira, I’m sorry about all of this. I really am. There are a lot of questions that we both have and I’m hoping that we will have answers to those questions soon.”

She looked up at me through teary eyes, searching for something. Answers?

“I know that this is probably asking too much of you. B- But do you think there may be a chance that you could… trust me?”

She immediately stopped sniffing and stood.

I winced. Shit. Too soon?

“Trust you?” She yelled, throwing the toilet paper roll onto the couch. “How do you expect me to trust you?”

I ran a hand through my hair. “I know that things may be difficult for you right now. And I know that you feel like I’m the last person you can trust. I just need for you to give me some time to prove myself.”

“You killed Dominique!”

Was that his name? Double shit. There was no recovering from that other then; I didn’t mean to, it wasn’t me or rather I wasn’t myself.

But before I even tried to attempt a reply, the woman had bolted for the front door.
I knew she was a runner.

I allowed my body to shimmer from where I stood and re-materialize to the front door, blocking it. Her soft body collided against mine and I attempted to reach out and grab her shoulders but she wiggled free and took two steps back gazing at my wide-eyed, mouth open. She was shaking her head in disbelief.

Now this I knew how to deal with.

First there is the shock. Then there is denial.

“You can’t be real.” Mira says.

Followed promptly by questions.

“How did you do that?” She asks. “What are you?”

“Sit down and we’ll talk.”

chapter 5

Chapter 5


Last night, Mira, had pawned the incident off as a wild hallucination or a dream she hoped she would never have again. Clearly the nightmare had continued when she’d woken and found herself wrapped in rope like a pretzel with a cloth stuffed down her throat. Then He

had walked into the bedroom all fierce, and confused and… gentle?

He untied you.

That doesn’t matter. She had been kidnapped by the Scar-face-cat-man and he had killed Dominique.

Things like this only happened in those Syfy movies she liked to watch. And the one thing she’d learned was that if you didn’t run you were dead. Problem was Scar-face-cat-man was currently standing in front of the only exit in the apartment. And there was no getting around him especially when he had that nifty little bursting-into-blue-and-white-light trick. Outside of that, he was all hard muscle and extremely intimidating in height. Yet at the same time he remained defensive and steadied with his approach to her.

He held out a hand offering her to take a seat on the couch with him but instead she took another cautious step back distancing herself from Dominique’s killer.

“Please sit.” He said.

She ignored him. “What are you?” Because it was obvious he wasn’t human. Maybe he was an Alien, like in those—. Her eyes widened.
“Are you an Alien?” She was curious.

His brows creased and he almost looked disgusted. “No. Would you please come sit with me and I’ll explain everything.”

“You’ll explain why you killed Dominique? Why you took me from my home?” They stared at each other and for a long time he didn’t say anything. She had seen a vast amount of emotions play over his handsome face since he’d un-gaged and cut her loose. Guilt, curiosity, confusion. But now he seemed hopeless.

He surrendered his hand back to his side and gave out an audible sigh as she watched him ran his hand through his hair before meeting her gaze again, his dark green eyes, honest.

“For the last time, Mira, I don’t know. Or rather I can’t remember.” He finally speaks. “I must have been under some kind of—.” His eyes drift off slightly, somewhere behind her as if he knows what his next words are but he didn’t want to say it.

“Under what?” She encourages and he blinks.

“Some kind of haze or a trance. And Dominique must have gotten in the way of me getting to you.”

She thought about that for a minute, eyes narrowing on nothing in particular. Did it really make any since? He could be lying. Then again he could be telling the truth. She’d seen a lot of that supernatural-stuff on TV and read about it in book to know, if this man who could truly burst into blue and white light and turn into a big black cat like she’d seen, than anything was possible.

“Mira.” He pulled her from thought and their eyes met again. “I’m sorry about it. All of it. You have no idea.”

She was chewing on the inside of her bottom lip when she heard a slight buzzing noise coming from Scar-face-cat-man’s pants and she watched as he reaches into his pocket to retrieve…His cell phone.

Ooh. That gave her an idea.

“Hello.”

Of course she couldn’t hear what was being said on the other end. But she could tell Scar-face-cat-man was quickly becoming annoyed.

“Not right now, Ash….W-wait, what?…Are you sure?...How long?”

Sounded Serious.

He lets out a breath. “Okay, Thanks. I’ll be there in a minute.”

He was leaving?

“We’ve got to go.”

They were leaving. Mira’s brows furrowed. He was

kidnaping her. And to think he had been pleading for his innocence only moments ago. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Like the first time he had touched her in the bedroom a spark ignited inside her when Scar-face-cat-man gently grabbed her arm again, leading her around to the front of the couch.

He guided her down. “Sit.” And this time she did as she was told.

She watched him hurryingly gathered a few of his belongings. His leather jacket off the counter, his laptop and the black box he’d gone searching into the bedroom for.

Mira absently began rubbing at one of her wrist where the rope had began to chaff her skin raw. He must have seen her because he stopped, his gaze pinning her.

“Are you hurt?” he asked.

Her voice was baily audible. “I’m fine.”

“Let me see.” Closing the distance between them he takes both her wrists into his hands and urging her to stand, pulling her body close to him as he examined them, gently stroking the tender areas.

She looked up and Scar-face-cat-man mouth had gone into a hard line with what looked like guilt riding the fine lines on his face.

“I’ll take care of this when we get to the manor.”

“But I want to go home.”

His head dropped, disconnecting their gaze for a brief moment before He looks back up pinning her with his emerald eyes and it was only then she noticed the speckles of gold around his pupils.

Scar-face takes one hand from her wrist to cup her cheek softly and he said, “I promise I’ll take you home but not just yet.” He paused a slight crease forming between each brow. “You’re going to have to trust me, though.”

The excitement that stemmed from the promise was defused immediately by his need for her to trust him. Trust was not easily earned when a good friend of hers was left for dead back at the complex. Especially when the killer was standing right before her. Trust wasn’t easily earned when one says that they didn’t mean to kidnap you but continue to do it. Although, what was earned for him currently was a healthy dose of time to fake it

. Unlike Dominique whom she could never fool, she hoped she’d be able to fool Scar-face-cat-man.

Mira looked up into his eyes and lied. “Okay. I trust you.”

And it was the first time she had seen him smile all night. Although, it wasn’t a tiny smile that did quite pull across his entire mouth it still brought a small pang of guilt, which pierced her heart.

But the moment between them, whether fake or not, was quickly dissolved by a loud BANG! at the front door. It scared the holy hell out of Mira and she instinctively leaped into Scar-face’s arms.

“And this is why we have to go.” He said.

“What’s going on?” What was happening?

Scar-face slid into his coat and picked up the duffle bag off the floor as another loud BANG struck rattling the door off it’s hinges and pictures off the wall making them shatter to the floor. Scar-face pulled Mira tight into his chest, just as the front door to the apartment came crashing down.

“Don’t let go.” He said.

She nodded and glanced over her shoulder catching sight of Andrés face among the men who’d busted into the room and she held her breath before everything went black.

Chapter 6

Chapter 6


We materialized in one piece to my bedroom at the manor in the Coven of Alaska. Her body was limp and her head tilted back so I knew she was out cold. I dropped my duffle bag to the floor to free my hand so I could lift her body into my arms. Carrying her over to my bed I laid her down gently, then stood. She was going to feel the effects of that travel when she woke up. Yet, I never understood why this happened with mortals, it’s just how it’s always been.

My eyes took in the frail beauty she possessed. Delicate by all means but she seem to hold some kind of hidden inner strength, which had delighted me in a way I didn’t quite understand. I know the type of women I like but there was something about her that tugged at my heart. And for some reason I wasn’t sure if I wanted that feeling to persist.

She was still dressed in that sexy-nighty-thing which I was finding it increasingly distracting as my gaze lingered at the swell of her breast underneath the soft cotton. My eyes trailed down the length of her body taking in her small waist and wide hips. The nighty she wore stopped at the middle of her thigh and a part of me suddenly wanted to reach out and touch her.

My inner panther nudged me with its head, urging me to pursue the inner desire and I took a step back, slightly confused but determined that that was another change I didn’t need on my list. Murder and kidnapping was enough.

I’d taken noticed to how my panther took to her even back at Naurius’ apartment. His pacing had stopped and the irritation that had been flooding me for months now had subsided. It didn’t make any since. Why did she have the affect on us?

More importantly who was she? Who had he kidnapped?

She had to be of some importance to have an army of men breaking down doors military style to come save her. And how the hell did they know where she was?

Alex must have missed something or must have omitted a lot of information. The latter was more likely.

I turned on my heals and picked the duffle bag off the floor, then walked to the other side of the large bed, unzipped it and pulled out the medium sized black box. I hadn’t taken a good look at it before but now with it in my hands I noticed that it didn’t have a seam or a latch of any kind. I tapped on the box with the back of my knuckle.

Yep, it was hollow.

I shook it and a slight shifting noise against the inside proved that there was something in it. I felt around a bit more turning it in all direction pulling, tugging. Nothing.

How the hell was I supposed to get it open?

The double doors to my bedroom opened and Ashley Keinu, or simply Ash came walking in, his eyes immediately falling on the Mira.

“Awe, honey, you brought home a souvenir?” He joked then shifted his glance to me and frowned, “What’s in the box?”

My instruction, which I can’t seem to get access to. “Never mind that.” I said out loud. “Do you think they will follow us here?”
Back at the apartment, Ash had called to inform me that Naurius’ silent alarm had gone off and that someone or rather several people had tripped a few sensors. We literally had had about five minutes to get out of there before unexpected guest broke down the frond door. I wasn’t willing to stick around to find out who they were but my guess had been that those men were after Mira.

“Who are They?” he emphasizes. “ Who came after you? And where are Naurius and Caleb, I thought they’d be with you.”

I didn’t feel like explaining right now. “It’s a long story.” I said putting the box back in the duffle bag. “But I need to know if you think they will be able to follow us or not.”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“On what drew them there to began with.”

My head immediately turns to the white haired sleeping beauty lying on my bed. They had been after her, which meant she had drawn them there and that means she’s probably got some kind of tracking chip planted in her.

Ash must have seen the worry on my face because he asked, “What’s going on?”

“I’ll tell you later. Go back down stairs and continue to monitor the Manor. Make sure that you account for even the slightest movement to our perimeter. If a frog jumps, I want to know about it.”

Ash nodded, “Got it” and left the room closing the doors behind him leaving me alone with my beauty carrying a secret.


A few hours had gone by before she finally started to stir from slumber. Before now it had given me time to play doctor and medicate and wrap her wrists, take a quick shower on which I noticed new scar gracing my left shoulder. It also explained the bandages I had seen in the wastebasket at the apartment. I change my cloths and had gone downstairs to the kitchen to drink a few bags of blood. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until I’d finished the third bag and I assumed she would be just as hungry when she woke up. So I prepared some sandwiches with fruit and some crackers on a plate to take up stairs. I talked with a few of the other men who were wondering about the Manor, successfully averting any question regarding Naurius and Caleb. I planned on having a meeting in the office with all of the men before saying anything that might upset them individually. I checked in with Ash down in the basement to see how things were going, then asked if he could find anything legit about a woman named Alexandria Daphne, and to keep me posted if he did. I put the box in the safe in my office until I could figure out how to get it open. Then headed back upstairs with the plate of food to check on Mira, where I was currently sitting in the leather chair by the fire.

I got up and grabbed the small trash bin by my night stand and set it next to the bed close to her, just in case she felt ill upon fully waking, then I set on edge of the bed next to her watching her wake.

She drew up a hand to her head as her eyes fluttered open a few minor moans escaping her lips.

“How do you feel?” I asked as she pushed herself up to a sitting position. “I’m alright.”

She took a minute and looked around. “Where are we?”

“You’re in my bedroom.” That was all she needed to know, until I checked her for a tracking device. I didn’t know how I was going to tell her I needed to do it, but I knew it had to be done. The longer I waited the more likely those men would find them, putting everyone in the house at risk. I was sure that my men would be able to handle them but a blood bath with mortals was not what this Coven needed. My brother, Cane, would have a fucking field day with that. And all of the blame would go to me, and he would be right to blame me, just like he had the right to blame me fro—.

Don’t think about it. Gods don’t think about that.

“Are you Okay?”

The sound of Mira’s sweet voice whisked me from those dark thoughts and I took in a deep breath of air, meeting her eyes. “Yeah.”

I asked. “Are you hungry?”

Her face lit up and she attempted to shift her legs to the side of the bed before I stopped her.

“There is something I have to do first.” Better to get this out of the way.

I moved the trash bin back to its original position and stood taking her hand and inviting her to stand with me, then led her by the two chairs and small table next to the fireplace. Only then did she notice the bandages I had wrapped around her wrists.

She looked up at me and said, “thank you.”

I nodded in return. Although, I knew she wasn’t going to thank me for what I was about to say next. “I need for you to tell me if you have a tracking device on you.”

She immediately frowned. “What?”

“The men who found us at the apartment, must have known you were there. They must have traced you from where I took you.”

“I don’t have anything like that.” She said looking away.

I took her chin into the crook of my thumb and index and forced her head up, her eyes came back on me. “Tell the truth.”

“I don’t—I can’t—I don’t have anything like that.”

But she had to have something. It was the only way they would have found us. And as I walk around to face her back I let out a sigh and instructed her to, “Take off your cloths.”

“No.” She said attempting to whirl around and face me. I grabbed her by both shoulders and held her fast.

I dropped my head to her right ear. “I said, take off your close.” This time my tone apparently ran a chill through her body because her arms suddenly sprang with goose bumps.

“I don’t have a bra on.”

“ Than cover your front with the cloths you’re wearing. I won’t look.”

I dropped my hands from her shoulders and stood back waiting. A minute must have ticked by before she finally caught the hem of her nighty with both hands and pulled it up over her head to cover her breast.

I took a few seconds to take in the sight of her honey skin warmed by the glow of the fire. Hair long hair kissed the middle of back that swooped inwardly and I noticed she was wearing a pair of white cotton panties that hugged the curve of her bottom perfectly.

“Hurry up.” Her voice anxious.

I swallowed and immediately got to work, dropping to my knees and starting at her feet to work my way up.

I check the pads of her feet and she squirmed when my finger grazed them. A smile tugged at one corner of my mouth as I realized she was ticklish.

I checked both legs, and thighs, inwardly enjoying the feel of her warm flesh against my hands. I continued to work my way up skimming her bottom and slightly hardening to the thought of slowly sliding an eager hand down into her panties to cup one cheek and squeeze hard. Thankfully I managed to contain myself but I couldn’t help from hearing a soft moan escape from her as my hands ran over her panties.

I gently brushed her hair aside and stilled when the marks on her back came into view. They resembled multiple types of symbols going in a straight line down her back and as I ran a curious hand down her spin and she jerked.

“I’m sorry.” I said. “What are these marks on your back?”

“Birth marks.” To my surprise her voice came out husky and I wondered if I was having the same affect on her as she was having on me. I finished checking her back having come up with nothing and moved around to face her, she was chewing at her bottom lip again, a nervous tick perhaps.

There was a sweet scent of Jasmine waffling the air with a hint of something else. I inhaled deeply and realized it was the scent of her arousal, giving her away. I was affecting her.

I kneeled and checked the front of her legs and thighs once again inwardly enjoying the feel of her flesh and when I moved to her stomach she jerked, violently this time.

“Are you okay?” I asked after looking up.

“Just hurry up.”

I finished checking her tummy and she glared at me holding her nighty so tight against her when I stood to check her breast.

I chuckled, unable to contain my smile. “Maybe later.” I whispered.

Wait. Why did I say that? I hadn’t meant to say it out loud. It had been a thought not an actual want. I glanced down and she looked as if she hadn’t heard me so I dismissed the error and finished up, looking behind each ear until finally noticing something small. Behind her left ear was a tiny square shaped relief of skin, and buried under most likely a chip.

“What is it?” She asks panic rising in her tone.

Walking over to the other leather chair where I’d placed the first aid kit while she had been asleep. I opened it and pulled out a pair of tweezers and a small razor blade, some alcohol and cotton balls. I pour a little of the alcohol onto the cotton ball and handed it to her then I picked up the razor blade and tweezers.

“No.” Her tone was more pleading now.

“I have to.”

I came around to her side pulled back her ear and carefully made a small cut right above the square chip. Mira made a small grunt but for the most part she was a trooper. I used the tweezers to pull the tinny chip out, then walked right over to the fireplace and dropped it into the flames. When I turned to tell her to put the cotton ball to the incision I’d made her inward hiss, suggested she was already doing so.

I walked back around to stand in front of her. She looked almost astonished or maybe it was disbelief. Her head held low as she held the cotton ball to the back of her ear and I honesty think she didn’t know the tracking device had been implanted behind her ear. She held herself tight with one arm, even in spite of the fire she was shaking. Maybe a warm bath would ease her mind.

“Come.” I said, leading her to the connecting bathroom against the wall of the fireplace. “It’s time for a bath and then food.” It finally seemed like she trusted me.

Chapter 7

Chapter 7


Mira didn’t know what to think or how she really felt. She was flooded with a mixture of emotions. Shock, disbelief, worry and was left wonder why. How could there have been a tracking device behind her ear? Who had put it there? And how long had it been there? She remembered seeing André at the apartment right before the host of blue and white light had once again taken her away into a deep slumber and she wondered, since the implant had been destroyed were they ever going to find her again.

They would have to, if she were to be sacrificed or either she would have to find a way to make it back to them. Back home where she belonged. Her well-managed, confined world seemed to be quickly spinning out of control and it occurred to her that she was going to have to be the one to take control of her situation now. But the timing had to be perfect and she knew she would have to fake trust him a little longer.

Mira rubbed at the back of her ear with the cotton ball and winced, as her gentle, seductive kidnapper escorted her to his bathroom.
Upon entering she was again surprised at how huge the room was, more in length than depth. His bedroom had been massive with coloring that was dark with rustic décor, his bathroom however was bright and drastic different.

To her left was a long white marble topped counter with his and her sinks and a pinch of jealousy made her wonder whom he shared them with. A massive mirror stretched across the top of the counter and stopped at the toilet. Across from the toilet was something else but she couldn’t see because it was dipped back behind a wall. The floor was a glossy white, the walls the ceiling, everything was sterile white and she frowned as they stopped next to the bathtub at their right.

“Why is your bathroom so different from your bedroom?”

He turned around at that, dropping her hand and his eyes left hers looking around briefly as he thought about it for a second before answering. “I like a clean environment to take care of my hygiene.”

“And your bedroom, why is it do dark?”

His eyes noticeably dropped down to her lips, then met her gaze again.

“That’s where other seductive things happen.”

His voice was husky, almost needy making her muscles flinched deep below her belly and sending another pool of arousal the apex of her panties.

She wished he would stop doing that. Making her feel this way. It was scary and yet thrilling at the same time. When she had been standing by the fire with him and his hot hands all over her, searching for the device, she’d had so many thoughts about him. Wicked, needy things she wanted to experience. He’d made her body ache for release and she’d had to refrain from sliding a hand down into her panties to rub at herself free of the building tension.

She’d thought about other thing like the garden at the complex where she use to grow her jasmine, she’d thought about playing the violin, listening to classical music, anything to get her mind off of how good he was making her feel just from touching her. But the sheer enjoyment of his hands all over her body was relentless.

She would have to put those feeling to the back of her mind and focus on escape before something she wasn’t quite sure she wanted to do with him happened, but when she looked back up to him, he was studying her intently.

“What are you thinking?”

The birds and the bees and everything else wicked she had been waiting eagerly to try with a man. Oh yeah, and escape.

“What’s your name?” She asked instead.

The question must have thrown him he blinked looking slightly confused. “Uh…Kayden.” One corner of his mouth tilted up into a crooked smile and she could tell he was happy she had asked. Yes, the fake trusting him was working rather well. He pulled his gaze from her, turned and bent over to twist the knob of the bathtub to start the water.

“I’d rather take a shower.” She said

He stopped and looked back over his shoulder to her. “Why?”

She lied. “I always take showers.”

“But wouldn’t a bath be more soothing.” He said. “I have some bubble bath stuff left here by—.” He paused. “You can use some if you want.”

Mira pulled the cotton ball from the back of her ear to look at it. The blood there had dried and the bleeding had stopped and she glanced around to place it into a trash bin but couldn’t find one.

“Here I’ll take it.” He said standing to reach for it.

She dropped the cotton ball into his cupped hand and said. “I would just feel more comfortable taking a shower.” That was the truth.

Kayden simply let out a slight sigh and nodded.

Kayden had led her deeper into the bathroom where around the corner was a large enclosed glass shower she assumed could fit about five people in. He had handed her a plush white towel and wash rag and said if she needed anything he was a heartbeat away before leaving closing the bathroom door behind him.

Now she stood in the large bathroom with no windows half naked, alone and missing home. She took a quick shower, washing her hair and body with the liquid soap available. The showerhead was wide and attached to the ceiling and the water felt wonderful cascading down on her. She got out nearly slipping on the glossy floor, dried herself off and wrapped herself in the large soft towel before gathering her dirty clothes and placing them on the counter between both sinks. The counter was spotless, not even a toothbrush graced the white marble and she wondered if something like him even needed to brush his teeth. Of course he brushes his teeth silly.

There was a soft knock on the door, which made her jump.

“Are you dressed?” She heard Kayden say from the other side of the door.

Mira looked down to the towel she had wrapped around her and said “Kind of.”

He opened the door all the way and their eyes met before he quickly skimmed them over her body, heating her blood once more.

Gods, was this how lust felt.

His eyes were back on her. “My sister is going to swing by with some cloths for you tomorrow morning. I think you two are about the same size. She’s a couple of inches taller than you though.”

He had a sister?

“Here” He held out a black a t-shirt to her. “This will have to do for now. “I’d give you a pair of my sweatpants but I know you’d be swimming in them.”

She nodded and took the shirt from him accidentally brushing against his hand and their eyes met again.

“There is food out here when you finish, you need to eat.”

Food, yes she was starving.

“Plus.” He continued his voice suddenly serious. “We need to talk.”

Uh oh. The high she had suddenly felt with the promise of food quickly derailed into a knot in her stomach. She wondered what it was that they needed to talk about but before she could ask he closed the bathroom door giving her some privacy.

She quickly unwrapped herself from the towel and donned on the large plain T-shirt, only then did she realize she was completely bare underneath. No underwear was not a good thing and she went to go grab the pair she had taken off, then remembered they were need of a really good wash. After having had Kayden’s hands all over her, her arousal had seeped into the cotton at the crotch.
She was going to have to go without for now.

Mira gathered her dirty clothes and headed out of the bathroom into the bedroom where she found Kayden sitting by the fire in furthest leather chairs to her left. She immediately noticed the plate of food sitting on the small table between both chairs. It carried what looked like some strawberries and slices of apple and a sandwich made from a crescent roll, her mouth watered.

“Put your cloths on the bed.” He instructed, “They will be washed by tomorrow morning. Come side down and eat.”
Mira did as he said then walked to the empty chair to sit down eyeing her food the entire time. And as soon as her butt touched to cushion she grabbed the strawberry and bit into it, enjoying the sweet juice and the texture. They set there in silence for a while as he continued to watch her eat.


It hadn’t taken her long to gobble down everything that was on her plate. The sandwich he’d made had been delicious and had cold cuts of ham and turkey cheddar and provolone cheese. And she set back in the chair brushing the crumbs off her lap fully satisfied.

“Do you want more?” He asked.

Mira shook her head. “That was enough, thank you.”

Kayden nodded and shifted in his seat before saying, “We’re going to play a little game. I’m going to ask you some questions and you’re going to give me an honest answer.” He paused and she watched the flames dance in his dark eyes. “Then you can ask me anything you want, and I’ll give you an honest answer. Does that sound fair?

She thought about it for a minute. This was a get to know you kind of game and she wasn’t sure he would be ready for what she would tell him but—“Okay.”

“Great.” He said, immediately moving on to his first question. “Where did I take you from?”

She frowned. Really? That was his first question. “Uh, my bedroom.”

“No, no sweetheart. I mean where is home for you?”

He called her sweetheart. “You took me from a complex in France called Salut.”

His brows drew together. “You’re French?”

“No.” She said “I was born in Canada and grew up with my Grand-mere until I was five. Then I moved into the complex and have been there ever since. My Grand-mere went missing...” Her voice trailed off remembering very little about her Grand-mere before she’d moved.

“And who took care of you?”

Mira stifled a yawn. “Well, there were several people among the congregation that took special care of me. But a man named André, he’s been like a father to me. He had the members of Salut home school me and teach me about their mission. ”

“It’s a religious group?”

Was that a question or a statement?

“Yes, we believe in the Gods of the ancient realms.”

He visibly frowned. “But you’re mortal.”

“We are.” She agreed.

“And your congregation believes in these Gods?

“Yes.” Was it that hard for him to believe?

Then he asked, “You mentioned your Grandma--I mean your Grand-mere went missing after you left, was this something she believed in as well?”

Mira hesitated, thinking back. She unfortunately didn’t remember much about her time with her Grand-mere, only small details like a smells or routined activities. But she vaguely remembered her Grand-mere sitting down with her to talk about the different realms. So--. “Yeah, I believe so. Salut believes in an ancient prophecy that is written into the stars of these realms. The prophecy talks about a coming darkness that will sweep over the lands of these realms.There is a book called the Book of Oracle, which is like our bible, it contains verses that speak of a Divinely Elemental that will stop this darkness from rising.” She knew everything there was to know about the Book of Oracle she’d studied the book every day since she’d been brought to the complex.

Mira glanced back over to Kayden who appeared to be in deep thought. “What is this darkness that Salut believes is coming?” He asked.

Now that she was unsure of. The darkness could be a metaphor for something or a blackness could literally settle over each realm, there was no way to tell. All she knew was that it was her responsibility to prevent the threat from ever being allowed to rise. It didn’t matter what it was. It wasn’t going to happen. “I don’t know.” She said. “It could be anything.”

“Well how do they expect to prevent it?”

“They won’t the Divine will.”

He was shaking his head now, scrubbing a hand over his scarred face. “Fine. Then, how is this Divine suppose to prevent this dark rising?”

Mira answered a half truth. “By offering herself as a willing sacrifice to the Gods.”

Chapter 8

Chapter 8


I set back in my chair, skeptically absorbing everything she’d just said.

I wasn’t familiar with the group/organization/occult, that called themselves Salut, which when translated into English, meant “Salvation”. Ironic though it was, this “Salut” was going to sacrifice an innocence woman to the Gods, -Gods, that in my mind could give two shits about the world to begin with- all so they can prevent a pending dark doom from sending the world to its hell.

I’m not a religious man, and I have never taken well to the religious bible-bumping sort. People can see the world as they want but it seemed to me we had already arrived to a sort of hell on earth centuries ago.

I had seen some awful things since I’d starting working as a Frist Guard. Evil things my men and I have had to hunt down and kill. Demen, Shadow Mage, Demon Wraiths just to name a few. Hell was already here and it couldn’t get much darker than it already was.

My eyes shifted back to Mira. “So you…believe this?”

She frowned, “Of course I do.”

Yes of course she did, it was after all her belief.

I thought about that for a minute longer as she shifted in her seat. This whole religious talk was not what I’d expected when I’d told her we needed to talk. Yes I’d gotten some background, found out she was French Canadian and that I’d taken her from a complex in France. My whole point of having the talk was to find out who she was and why she was so important. But as she had continued to tell me more about Salut it became clear to me that she must have been an important figure among the congregation.

“You mentioned a man named André. And that he’s been like a father to you. What is his roll with Salut?”

Mira ran both hands over her wet hair and twisted it over one shoulder. “He’s the Bishop and our leader. This mission has been handed down to him from his father’s father. I guess it’s started off as a family thing and…grew.”

Guess it had and I inhaled as the realization finally settled. She was important to them because she of the Bishop’s daughter, or sort of his daughter. But a nagging nudge from my inner panther suggested that there was more to it. Like, what is the church doing with an army of men that storm into building like a S.W.A.T team raids a drug house? What ever happened to good old fashion prayer and faith? Or was that too archaic? I assumed that if they believed in ancient Gods and prophecies nothing would be too archaic for them.

“Does André always keep an army of men at his disposal?” I asked more sarcastically than I’d wanted to.

“Don’t underestimate the tenacity of Salut. The congregation and the people who support this mission are far and wide.”

There was conviction in her tone and a surge of strength woven within, it surprised me and I was about to respond with an opinionated, cynical remark about Salut, when she continued.

“Anyways, I think it’s my turn to ask some questions now.”

I gave a semi-encouraging smile. I had gotten the information I needed, and then some.

“Very well.” I said.

She was quiet for a moment as she chewed her bottom lip again before asking, “You said that you didn’t know why you took me. That
you were under some kind of—

Don’t say it.

Trance.”

My body relaxed.

“What I don’t understand is who would want to do that to you?”

It was a question that I hadn’t anticipated but as I open my mouth to answer there was a light “Tap Tap,” at the bedroom door causing Mira to jump.

She threw a glance over her shoulder, then back to me. “Who’s that?”

I remembered she had been asleep when Ash had walked into his room after they had arrived, so for all she knew they had been alone in the house.

“Don’t worry. It’s probably one of the other men.” But this didn’t seem to calm her nerve in fact she started shaking one anxious leg.

I got up and walked around the chairs to answer the door and upon opening was immediately greeted by the pale woman wearing red lipstick. Alex, and she raised one hand to the front of my face and snapped her fingers.


In the next moment I was standing in front of her in a door-less, window-less white room. I closed my eyes and dropped my head taking a steady breath in and out as I came to grips with reality. Everything that I had been avoiding to think about or speak out loud was getting ready to rear its ugly head and I opened my eyes to meet her gaze.

“You’re Mage.” I squeezed though teeth.

She cocked her head. “Bravo. He’s figured it out.”

The Mage were a race of immortals created by the Gods or rather the Gods first attempt at creating mankind. They were made in one of the first ancient realms and all had gone well until the Mage had succumbed to corruption and vial ways. From what I remember when learning about their race, the Gods then casted the them into the city with three suns, The Red City or better known as Agartha. Not all of the Mage embraced the dark magic but those that did were given the name Shadow Mage.

I tried to steady my voice as I stared into her grey eyes but the fear behind my next words was evident.

“Have you marked me?” I didn’t know If she could or not but it had been the only explanation for why I had been under her…. I briefly looked down.

“You look worried.” She said, reaching out a hand to brush its back against my cheek. I caught her by her wrist then squeezed.

“Did. You. Mark. Me?” My intensity was at its breaking point.

A marking was a serious matter something I think only Shadow Mage had the ability to do. When a Mage marked someone, they marked the soul allowing the Mage to see though the eyes of that person. Usually this watchful eye is done while the person sleeps, another form of sleepwalking, and upon waking the victim may not remember a thing. But even while the victim is awake the Mage still has full range and can enchant the person to do their bidding.

Some of the men and I had worked on several cases where a Shadow Mage had marked a victim, forcing them to act out the Mages commands and having no recollection of it when they woke. The problem was only the Mage could unmark their victim. A Mages magic, be it a spell, hex or a marking, was as unique to them as a fingerprint.

Alex took a step forward and I squeezed her wrists even tighter wanting it to inflict pain but she barely winced.

“No. Wanted to… but I didn’t.” Her words were soft, and quick. “I wanted to make you mine.”

I scoffed at that. “You’re insane,” I said releasing my vise like grip and stepping away. I wondered around, making a small circle as I took in my surroundings again. The room was small, maybe 12x12. There wasn’t a damn thing in it but us and as I finished my circle I couldn’t help but to take in her devilish beauty.

She’d changed cloths since our first meet and was now wearing a red form fitting skirt that came to her knees, a fitted black tank top and shinny black high heels. She crossed her arms at her chest, complementing her breasts.

“Why Kayden, is that lust in your eyes?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I briefly looked away. “Where are we?”

She smiled. “I like to call this my Green Room.” She said, dropping her arms as she started to stroll towards nothing in particular. “It’s a spell allowing us some privacy but it won’t last long.”

“And why have you brought me here?”

“I told you I’d be in contact. Now, have you opened the box yet?”

Fuck the box. Fist things first. “Where are my men?”

“They’re safe.”

“Safe where?”

“In a room like this.” She nodded.

Following her wondering path I took a step towards her. “Then take me to them. If they are safe and unharmed like you claim, I’ll walk away from this as if it never happened. I won’t come after you.” At least I would try. I looked down for a second then said. “You can keep the girl.” That was a lie but it got her attention.

And she turned on her heels to face me. “Have you opened the box?”

I frowned. Did she not hear a word I just said, I was offering her a deal? And what did the box matter to her anyways? The box supposedly contained my instruction. She was the one who gave me the box… and then I thought about it. I hadn’t been able to open the box, but she thought I could.

“Why?” I asked.

“It’s a yes or no question, Kayden.”

I shrugged, crossing my arms over my chest. “Maybe I have, maybe I haven’t.”

She chuckled. “Must we resort to such childish games?”

“Apparently we must.”

“I’m trying to help you.”

“No, you’re trying to help yourself.”

She was quiet for a moment, thinking, then asked, “And what about the girl?”

That was a good question. “Yeah, what about the girl? Why did you make me take her to began with?”

“I told you, you need to keep her safe.”

“Safe from what? From whom?” I asked throwing my arms up with exhausted agitation. “You know what I don’t understand, is the fact that you called for my help as a client, Alexandria. Why don’t you let me do my job my way instead of controlling me like some fucking puppet.”

She was shaking her head. “You wouldn’t have taken the Job.”

“You never gave me a chance.” I said closing the distance between us. “Instead of being honest, you seduced me, you spelled me, kidnapped my men, and manipulated me. And for what? So you could find out what’s in the box?”

“I know you Kayden.”

My eyes narrowed on hers

“Yeah, I did my research before I sought you out.” She continued. “I know your passionate, head strong, the rebellious son of Bashmahet Shyam-Raj.” She paused. “Killer of Nauyan.”

Something inside of me snapped when she spoke those last words and I reached out and wrapped one of my hands around her pretty little neck, pushing her back until the length of her body slammed up against the nearest wall, pinning her there. I didn’t squeeze too tight and it took every ounce of control to refrain from restricting her airflow. She reached up to grab my wrist.

“If you speak my mothers name again, I will slit your throat.”

In that moment something cold and uneven wrapped around me, something hungry. Dark. My eyes traveled over her face down the length of her body as a bitter taste coated my mouth then my eyes popped back up to her.

I wanted to tear to her pieces, physically fuck my frustrations out. She was what I needed, what I inwardly desired. Sexy, dangerous and she knew the right buttons to press to get my blood pumping. I didn’t need to trust her to have some sinful fun. All I needed was a hard floor, which was pleasantly supplied, and some silk ties.

But what about Mira?

She was, interesting and had brought out a different side to me I didn’t understand. Didn’t know if I even wanted to understand. But my attraction to her had been clear when my hands had been all over her body.

I blinked and pulled away and Alex seemed almost disappointed.

“I guess you’ll be leaving then.” She said as she brought her hand to my face and snapped her fingers.

Chapter 9

Chapter 9


Mira watched Kayden walk to the bedroom doors open them and stop. He didn’t say a word or did anything before closing the doors behind him a moment later. And when he turned around there was agitation or maybe anger etched across his face.

“Get in bed.” He demanded his voice low.

“But you haven’t even answered of my first question yet. I thought you said I could—.”

“Tomorrow, now get in bed.” His tone was as menacing as artic ice.

She immediately got up and walked around the chair to climb into his massive bed, pulling the dark cover back before sliding underneath to sit. She wasn’t even sleepy.

She watched as he walked over to his mirror closet at the far wall on the other side of the bed, sliding the door open and walking in, his strides lethal and on a mission.

For the life of her she couldn’t understand what had happened? In that small amount of time he’d gone from an understanding, gentle man into a raging lunatic, barking orders with a lingering lethal promise if she didn’t comply. What had changed? Had someone been at the door and gave him bad news? No she hadn’t heard a single thing. So, what was he suddenly so upset about?

Kayden walked out of the closet a moment later wearing his black leather jacket and carrying a six inch knife in one hand before bending over to sheath it in his boot.

He was going to go kill somebody, she was sure of it. Perhaps in the same way he killed Dominique.

She let out a sigh. Dominique. She missed him, but quickly recovered into defensive mode when Kayden spoke loud and clear.

“I’m going to give you a forewarning. If you leave this room, you will regret it.” He said standing at the foot of his bed glaring down at her.

She stared up at him for a moment without responding.

“Tell me that you understand.”

She nodded.

“Say it.”

She frowned “I understand.”

And with that he turned on his heels heading out the bedroom doors, slamming them behind, and leaving her along in the dark room with only the whispering crackle of fire and the bathroom light on.

What the heck had she done to make him so angry? She had only wanted to know who would have made him take her from her complex. Maybe bringing it up had set him off. She didn’t know him very well and the sides to him she had seen had been an array of different emotions. Although, this was her second time seeing that darker side to him she wondered if it was common for him to be so changeable.

Beyond the double doors she could hear the deep voices of men, more then two or even three and she wondered where they were exactly and whom they were with. He hadn’t mentioned in detail about where they were other then the fact that this was his room. And he’d seemed surprised when she told him her complex was in France.

A cold ripple of fear started at the top of her head and moved down to her feet when the possibility that they were no longer in France crossed her mind. Kayden didn’t have an accent, French or any other dialect from surrounding countries. He spoke like an American.

She brought her knees to her chin and began to rock, bracing herself for the anxiety attack she knew would come. But nothing happened. She wasn’t calm by all means, mostly scared, though she thought for sure an anxiety attack was well over due considering her situation. But even at the apartment she’d been over come with fear. Fear for Dominique. Fear that the mission for Salut would not come to pass. Fearing the dark rising would take her place and that it would be all her fault.

She couldn’t allow that to happen. She would have to plan an escape but not tonight. Tomorrow night. When she had fresh clothes and could gather some food to take with her. When she had time to find an exit strategy and see just how many other men were in this building. It didn’t matter where she was Tomorrow night was the night.

Satisfied, with her preplanned event she slid her body further into the cover lying down and staring at the dark ceiling above her eventually closing her eyes before drifting off to sleep. That night she dreamed about Kaydens hands on her body, his kisses on her skin and a big black cat with gold eyes and a scar.


“…Cane is going to have your head if he finds out about this. How could you be so reckless?”

Mira shifted under the warm soft covers, lazily wondering what time it was and why Susan, one of the complex’s maids was speaking so loud while she was trying to sleep. She turned on her to other side.

“Would you keep your voice down.” A male voice replied. A familiar male voice. Kayden’s male voice.

Mira’s eyes popped open, but she didn’t move. She usually slept with her head under the covers and all she could see now was the morning light trying to seep through the dark covers.

He continued. “I told you this not so you could judge me, Kalan but because you wanted to know. Because you’re my sister.” He paused for a moment. “You know I can’t keep anything from you anyways. You always know when I’m lying.”

There was a feminine sigh before the woman named Kalan replied. “I’m sorry, I’m just worried for you that’s all. This whole situation seems so odd and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

There was a moment of silence then Kayden said. “Everything is going to be fine, Kalan I promise. I can fix this.”

There was a moment of movement, then a shuffling of footsteps as his sister said, “I hope the cloths I brought fit her well.”

“They should be fine. Thank you for stopping by.” There was another moment of movement before the sound of the bedroom doors closed shut.

“Mira.”

He knew she was awake and there was no since in continuing to hide. She lifted the covers from over her head and pulled herself to a sitting position. In front of her standing with his arms crossed over his chest at the foot of the bed was the most beautiful, dangerous man she’d ever met. And a part of her leaped with joy inside to see his scarred face.

He’d pulled his hair back into a low pony tail today, wore a dark brown long sleeved shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and chest, and a pair of worn dark blue jeans that fitted his narrow hips perfectly. His shinny belt buckle in the front had a picture of a zodiac sign on it but she wasn’t sure which one it was. It was the one that looked like a bull with horns. Maybe Aires?

“How long have you been awake?” He asked.

He seemed to be in a better mood then the night before.

“Not long.” She said pulling back the covers to stand on the hard wood floor. She shivered, holding herself as the chilled room sent goose bumps rising over her skin.

He must have seen her because her rounded the bed approaching her and reached out his hands rubbing vigorously at both her arms.

“We usually don’t use the heater. Most of the rooms in the manor have a fireplace which keeps the rooms heated individually.” He dropped his arms and went to the nearest chair by the fireplace to grab a shinny black bag that had the name “Kalan’s Boutique.” written in gold on the side. “My sister wanted you to have these.”

Mira studied the bag, taking it to place on the edge of the bed before digging a hand in to pull out the soft material. She held up a black V cut sweater made of such soft material it seemed rather expansive. She looked to Kayden.

“Did she make this?”

“She’s always been the more creative on in the family. She started her little boutique about ten years ago. She’d been doing really well.”

There was defiantly pride in his voice for her and from what she heard earlier and she could see on his face now, they had a good relationship.

He continued. “There are a few other things in there. Get dressed and I’ll be back in a minute.” He instructed, giving her back a gentle touch before heading out of the bedroom.

Mira stripped from the T-shirt Kayden had given her last night and donned on the black-laced panties and bra, sweater, fitted blue jeans and the softest socks she had ever worn. She went to the bathroom and played around her hair that was an uncontrollable mess. Managing to pull her hair into a messy bun with one of the black pieces of lace that had wrapped around the tissue paper packaging the sexy underwear, she glanced at herself in the mirror before heading back into the bedroom.

The room wasn’t as dark as it had been last night. The sun seeped through the heavy curtains at the windows on each side of his bed. She opened them up to get a bit more sun into the room and was making up his bed when she heard a knock at the door. Upon opening she was greeted by her handsome kidnapper and his devilish smile.

“You hungry?” He asked, carrying with him a plate of food in one hand. And a glass of orange juice in the other He sure did feed her well. And her mouth watered when she saw the fresh fruit, blueberry muffin and a roll gracing its surface. She opened the door just enough to get a good peek outside before following his nod for her to sit at the leather chair like the night before. She’d just now noticed that the small table had been cleared of her previous meal.

Kayden watched her eat but this time it was making her uncomfortable.

“How come you aren’t eating with me?” She managed to ask through bites breaking the silence between them.

He simply said. “I already ate.” Then continued. “I apologize for my temperment last night. It was uncalled for and unfair. I should have let you ask your questions. You can ask them when you finish.”

She nodded and quickly finished up the fruit that was on the plate purposely leaving the roll and muffin to keep for later.

“You’re done?” He asked. “Already?” His smile was crooked as if he knew she was up to something.

“I’ll save it for later.” That was the truth.

“There is plenty of food in the house, Mira. There is no need to hoard anything. Eat”

“I’m full.” That was a lie.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes at that. “Fine.”

“Can I ask my question now?”

“Go ahead.”

“Where did you go last night?”

He paused for a moment either surprised by the question or not really wanting to answer it but then said. “I had to get some fresh air. I like the night. It’s quiet.”

Mira fiddled with her hand at her lap. “But why were you so angry at me?”

His expressions softened. “I wasn’t angry with you, Sweetheart. It was some—.” He paused. “Something else set me on edge.”

Mira thought about it for a moment because it really didn’t make any since. They had been alone, in each other presence the entire night leading up to that. But whatever, if he didn’t want to be honest, it just gave her another excuse not to trust him. Come to think of it, it didn’t matter what she asked him anymore because she had made her decision. She was tired of playing his game and would be escaping tonight.

And she set back in her chair content with the idea. She just had to figure out the perfect timing.

“Is that all you got?” he asked breaking the silence between them.

Mira looked to him. “I’m just not in the mood anymore.”

“Huh. Okay. Well then that give me more time to do what needs to be done.”

What needed to be done?

“Come.” He said, reaching out a hand as he stood. “I’m taking you home.”

Chapter 10

Chapter 10


Mira hesitated and frowned before taking his hand. “You’re going to take me home?”

“That’s what I said.” His eyes burned into her. “But if you’d rather stay here with me th—.”

“No. I want to go home.” She blurted as she stood.

Mira hadn’t meant for it to come out so fast, so eagerly but she didn’t know how long the offer would stand or if he would change his mind. Although, as much as she wanted to go home, a sick part of her wanted to stay with Kayden, wanted to get to know him more. He was the only other man outside of Dominique she’d gotten a chance to spend time with alone. And as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she’d actually enjoyed the small amount of time they’d shared together, some moments more than others.

He dropped his gaze from hers as he gently stoked the back of her hand with the pad of his thumb. And a swelling fear that he was about to change his mind played with her relentlessly before he returned eye contact and smiled a tight lipped grin.

“You’ll have to promise me something.” He said softly.

Mira’s brows furrowed slightly. She would promise just about anything if it meant he would still take her home. “Anything.” She said.

“You have to keep an open mind.”

She didn’t really understand what that meant. Keep an open mind about going home? Her mind was completely open to the idea already but she smiled back, nodding and said, “I promise.” It was the easiest promise she had ever made and on the inside she was absolutely beaming.

Kayden escorted her out the bedroom and down the stairs into the foyer where three other men were and she hesitated.

He looked back having felt her nervous jerk. “It’s ok.” He said. “They’re friends of mine and they’re not going to hurt you.”

Slightly relaxing, she allowed him to escort her the remaining way until they reached the main floor at the foyer. Kayden quickly introduced Mira to the three men. One was named Ashley. He was blond and his hair fell to his shoulders like Kaydens did, but Ashley kept his in a half ponytail. Another was called Nemis. This man had skin the color of chocolate with a scar under his right eye and was completely bald. The last man was named Chase and he wore a buzz cut and had skin like Kayden, a light copper tone. But Chases had the strangest eyes she’d ever seen. One of them was violet while the other held a dark brown color. All of the men were tall and muscular, built for battle and intimidation.

But as Kayden spoke the men seemed very polite and listened to him carefully, regarding his every word.

“I’m going to take her home.” He said eyes on Ashley.

Ashley nodded, “When will you be back?”

“In a day or two. Ash, keep an eye on the Manor while I’m gone. Chase and Nemis go to the Kansas City to the Marriott hotel and see if you can find anything.” Kayden said glancing between the two. “Bring back up and be safe.”

Was there a hidden meaning behind his words? Were there more men in the house that she hadn’t been introduced to? What was it that they did exactly? She brushed the thought away. What ever it was it didn’t matter. She was going home today.

All three of the men nodded before turning to attend to their duties. Ashley was the only one who lingered long enough to place a hand on Mira’s shoulder to say. “It’s nice to meet you, Mira.” His smile was warm as the sun and she smiled back.

“If anything comes up. Call me.” Kayden said to Ashley as he headed for the coat rack.

Ashley’s eyes shifted to Kayden. “You got it.” He said then turned on his heels and followed the other men down the hall and around the corner.

When she turned back around Kayden was holding out a short brown leather Jacket that looked to be her size. She didn’t hesitate and slipped into its warm inner fur. He pulled the jacket he’d worn last night off the same rack and slipped into his, then approached her raising a hand to gently cup one cheek. His eyes dropped down to her lips, blazing a noticeable trail that made her moisten them with her tongue and their eyes met again.

She wanted to hug him wanted to express her gratitude for finally deciding to do the right thing and take her back home. But she didn’t move and instead said.

“Thank you.”

He said. “Thank me when we get there. Are you ready?”

Mira Nodded.


After about a twenty-minute drive they boarded a private jet on a non-public runway. The last time she remembered getting on a plane was when she’d first been taken to the complex in France. And she had a mixture of emotions that seemed to have her stomach twisted. Happy, sad, nervous about the flight, the palms of her hands had started to perspire. Mira had seated herself in one of the off white leather seats and was staring out the window as Kayden talked with the air pilot then set back waiting for him to board.

This was it she was finally going home. She honestly hadn’t thought Kayden was going to keep his word but this proved that he was a man of honor like in those romance books she used to read.

Her heart swelled and when he finally entered the cabin to sit across from her she uncontrollably popped out of her seat and wrapped her arms around his neck bringing her lips to his. He accepted her kiss and even slipped a hand to the back of her neck to bring her closer to him.

She swam in the taste of him, delighted by his smell of sweet citrus and aftershave. He played his tongue on the outer edges of her lips and she opened her mouth granting him complete access. He was divine and she mimicked his motion, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and tasting a treat her senses had not yet prepared her for. Gods this man was heavenly. His mouth on her was all she wanted, all she needed and a soft moan escaped from her as he dipped his tongue even deeper into her mouth. She hadn’t expected this reaction from him but she was all the more pleased. Pleased that was, until he pulled away with heavy hooded eyes blazing down into hers.

His breath was ragged and hungry yet with a hidden strength he unwrapped her arms from around his neck and set down in the seat across from her.

“Sit.” He said, his voice full of desire.

Mira set, immediately missing the feel of him in her mouth, on her mouth. She raised a hand to touch her swollen lips as he continued.

“I take it that was another thank you.”

She swallowed and nodded. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. It was—unexpected but very, very pleasant.”

Did this mean he thought she was a good kisser? Mira could barely contain her smile as she bit the side of her bottom lip and it only widened when he smiled right back.

And as she settled back against her seat, it was only then the reality dawned on her. Dear Gods, she’d kissed him. It had been an impulsive decision, one she hadn’t had time to even consider before her body had reacted. Her emotions had been seized by the moment of gratitude and unrequited…lust? What was this man doing to her? She quickly decided it would be best to refrain from eye contact for the rest of the trip.


Mira had expected a long flight after figuring out she was no longer in France but to her surprised they had began their decent only four hours later. Maybe they needed to switch planes?

They unloaded the plane quickly but what was waiting outside for them wasn’t another plane but a black BMW sedan instead.

“I don’t understand.” Mira said as Kayden opened the passenger side door for her, she reluctantly took her seat.

“I’ll explain when we get there.” Was all he said then closed the car door behind her got in the drivers side and locked the doors instructing her to put on her seat belt. It was only as they were leaving the airport that she realized they weren’t going to be boarding another plane.

An overwhelming knot settled at the bottom of her stomach and a healthy dose of dread followed soon after. Although she kept trying to bait the feeling with irrational thought like: Maybe he’s got to make a stop first. Or maybe they were going to meet up somewhere else. But the longer they drove the more anxious she got.

They rode in silence the entire way, her eyes flickering across exit and highway signs, none that seemed familiar. Until they finally entered a residential area where he eventually slowed the car to pull into a driveway, turning off the ignition when they stopped. They set there a few more minutes quiet before she spoke.

“You said you were going to take me home.”

He nodded and Mira looked to him.

“Are we supposed to be meeting André here?”

He was shaking his head still remaining quiet.

“Then I don’t understand. Why have you brought me here?”

“You don’t recognize this house?” He asked, meeting her gaze.

She glanced out of the front windshield examining the house. The garage, the front porch, the houses cream colored paint that was weathered, then shifted her eyes back to Kayden.

“No.” she said. “I’ve never been here in my life.”

He raised his both brows and slightly nodded his head. “It’s funny you should say that. Because this is the house you use to live in with your Grand-mere as a child.”

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Texte: Miya Chanda
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 20.01.2012

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