Page 58 of Love Bites
Katheryn had to leave.
And she couldn’t waste one more moment of time.
So she jumped over the guard’s body, and she ran out of the apartment.
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The minute Ignacio got off the plane, he felt the panic and anxiety as though they were his own. It was gone as quickly as it came.
The second thing he felt, deep in his soul, was the weight that held him down being lifted once more. It was hard for him describe, but it was as if the emptiness within him had been filled with Katheryn’s essence once more. Hefelther near him, and after what felt like forever without her, he was finally complete again.
But Ignacio also knew Katheryn was in trouble. If the pounding heart and anxiety thrumming through him was of any indication, someone was hurting her. The thought of someone causing her pain sent an icy rage coursing through his blood.
He would kill them. He would kill them and leave no trace of their miserable body behind.
But how would he find her? How would he get to her? He knew the answer right away. Their Soul Mate connection would lead him to her. The invisible cord binding them would guide him to Katheryn.
He closed his eyes and waited, listened...felt.The invisible cord thrummed over and over again, pointing in one direction. Ignacio followed it. It didn’t matter if he didn’t know his way around D.C., The cord would lead him to Katheryn, even to the ends of the earth.
He just prayed he wasn’t too late.
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Katheryn ran as if the devil himself chased her. She knew she probably didn’t have much time before Hunter arrived home and discovered what she’d done. Then he’d come after her. There would be nowhere she could hide. The city wouldn’t be safe for her. If he wanted to find her, he would.
She barely noticed her surroundings or who she ran in to as she shouldered past people. A few times, she collided head on with other pedestrians. Once, she tripped on her shoelaces and nearly fell to the ground. She quickly righted herself and continued running through the night, straight into a solid wall.
“Ow,” she mumbled, straightening and rubbing her forehead. She looked up and realized it hadn’t been a solid wall, but a person.
“Sorry,” she muttered, attempting to skirt around him and run again. But the person grabbed her by the arm.
“Katheryn?”
The honeyed voice was so familiar, as recognizable as the static electricity that coursed through her skin, in her veins. A river of fire churned through her blood. The panic she had felt had overpowered every other sensation in her body. But now, she saw clearly.
His face was just as she remembered. The emptiness in her heart filled with his very essence. His brown hair was loose over his forehead, amber eyes shining at her with disbelief, wonder and, most important of all, love.
“Ignacio!”
Tears of joy fell before she could stop them. In the next moment, she was swept up into his arms, being twirled around on the sidewalk. Everything else fell away. Her worries, the troubles, the people staring at them. She let it all go and engulfed herself in the flames consuming her as they embraced. He was so real, so warm and solid. Her heart leaped for joy. She’d thought she wouldn’t see him again for a long time. But here he was, holding her in his arms as he had weeks ago in Spain.
“Katheryn, my love.” He gently caressed her cheek with his fingertips. He stared at her as if he didn’t quite believe his eyes either. “Please tell me this is not a dream.”
She laughed and leaned into his touch, relishing the warmth of it. She’d felt so cold for too long, and it felt so wonderful to be touched by him, to feel that warmth, that fire and the static.
“If it’s a dream, then it’s the best one I’ve had in weeks.” She filled her eyes with the sight of him. He wore a black turtleneck, simple jeans and a jacket to protect him from the cold air.
“You’re bleeding.” He lifted her hand to his face, and Katheryn realized, with a start, that she still gripped the nail file in her bloodstained hand.
His eyes flashed an angry red at the sight. “Who did this to you?”
He pried the file from her fingers, dropping it to the ground, then checked her hand for wounds.
“It’s not my blood,” Katheryn told him.
Ignacio raised an eyebrow, prompting her to share with him as to whose blood it was, but the reality of the situation began to sink in. She looked around the street, nervously. “I’ll tell you, but we can’t stay here. We have to leave. We need to go back to Spain, right now.”
Ignacio shook his head. “We can’t go back to Spain. Not tonight anyway. My pilots won’t be ready to fly again until tomorrow. Besides, you look exhausted. Let’s find a hotel where you can rest.”
