Page 20 of Heart of Dawn
“Come out and die! Come out and die!” the biter screamed, dragging claws across the metal. The high-pitched squeal ricocheted around the room, setting my teeth on edge.
Within the left section of the bigger doors was a smaller one. Daria opened it and Joe slipped through the gap into the night.
“Go,” Daria ordered.
I followed Joe onto a large, sheltered slope—the kind of area to accommodate lorries delivering goods.
Daria closed the door behind us. “We head for the roof to hide. Let Dawn pass us by.”
Was that a viable plan?
Dawn’s screaming and pounding continued behind us.
I went with the plan.
This Dawn stuff left me lightheaded. A living entity? Damn. And it wanted to be free. Was it trapped in Dunstable, not living up to its full potential? Shit. Ending humanity was bad enough, so what extra damage would it do when set free?
Joe stayed in point, leading us up the slope to a road lined with a verge and a fence, woodland behind in the grip of autumnal change. Moonlight painted the red and golden leaves, giving the colors a strange, silvery hue.
The vamp turned right on the road, glancing over his shoulder to check we were following. Other than the fading sounds of Dawn, the only other noises came from the rustling trees and the dead leaves crunching under our feet.
And my heart pounding at triple speed.
A scattering of stars twinkled in the cloud-free sky, the air carrying a late September chill.
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
God, this separation from Orion burned like a fucking branding iron to the soul. My emotions were a stretch of tripwire ready to mess me up.
Damn.
Before Ori, keeping a lid on my feelings was a specialty of mine. But the fae punched holes in that lid, making the fight to stop myself screaming his name and kicking down the Faery gates a struggle.
I would. My God, I would if I could. I wanted to vault over that fence, shift into wolf form, and tear through the fields and streets to get to London and demand my mate back.
At least I got to speak to him. I searched for him with each passing second, digging around in my mind to find the connection again.
It wasn’t there, but Ori’s essence was. A distant star in another galaxy, the miles between us not diminishing our love.
Out there waiting for me.
Out there loving me.
“Can I talk to you again, even for ten seconds?”
No answer came.
The sound of his voice always poured happiness over me—him the custard to my apple pie. Something told me he’d enjoy that comparison. I could hear his laughter, see his fair, sun-kissed cheeks flushing a little bit crimson to match the vibrant scarlet of his hair.
I can live.
I can live.
I can live.
The honey. Wendy. My dreams. Every detail aligned, Orion my destiny. My God, I never expected this.
