Page 40 of Forever Desired
Chapter Eleven
Athena couldn’t stop shaking. Her body trembled uncontrollably at the memory of the events down in the gardens. Their time together had been perfect until the man and woman had shown up.
He’s a bloodsucking monster.
The woman’s words echoed in her mind. Rubbing her arms, she padded over to the window. Linkin had locked her inside Sorin’s bedroom.
She stared out into the night with fear in her heart.
Had the woman been telling her the truth?
If he drank blood, that would mean Sorin was a vamp—
“There is no such thing,” she stated out loud, not wanting to even think of the word.
Her voice sounded hollow to her.
Did she believe the woman?
Closing her eyes, she knew what she had seen before Linkin had turned the corner.
Sorin had bit that man.
I’d never hurt you, Athena.Sorin’s words filled her head. Did she trust him?
Who were those crazy people?
Obviously they had every intention of hurting Sorin.
They’d carried wooden stakes!
Oh, sweet Mary and Joseph.
According to the man named Alan, Sorin had killed his brother?
Panic filled her chest. Resting her hands on the windowsill, she tried to take a deep breath to calm her racing heart.
She thought of every vampire movie she’d ever seen and had a sinking feeling what she thought was impossible was the truth.
Turning, Athena strode to the bedroom door and banged on it.
“Let me out of here!” she hollered. She hit it a few more times. “You can’t keep me in here forever!”
Silence.
Frustrated, she swung again, landing her fist on the door, but no one answered.
Letting out a strangled cry, she kicked the door.
“Ouch!” She hobbled over to a chair in the corner. Not knowing whether to cry or laugh at the situation, she flopped down and took a seat. She kicked her shoes off to relieve the pain radiating up her foot.
Looking around the room, she took it in, having ignored it once Linkin had locked her away.
The suite had every luxury that man could ever want. An over-sized canopy bed in the middle with dark velvet curtains surrounding it. A flat-screen television on the wall. There were a couple of doors along the walls she concluded were the closet and an en suite bathroom.
“If he were a vampire, would he truly have windows?” she murmured, standing. Her feet carried her back to the windowsill. She took in the curtains pulled back showcasing the bright moon that was high in the sky.
Now, if he were a vampire, the sunlight would come through the glass.
