Page 52 of Forever Desired
It was the good type of ache to have.
Even with little sleep she was riding cloud nine. Sorin had clothes delivered to his suite since she didn’t have anything.
As with the clothes they’d provided her with for the show, the clothes that arrived were lavish.
She’d chosen a chiffon cream shirt, a pair of pixie pants, and heels.
Tonight was rehearsal. She was to meet with Nick to go over the set. They had been working on new music and they both knew it would be a hit.
Adjusting the scarf around her neck, she smiled to a few patrons who recognized her. Until the wound healed completely, she’d have to be creative in hiding it from people. According to Sorin, it should be as good as new within a few days.
Just thinking of him biting her again had her steps faltering. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced. Not that she’d had a lot of experience with men. But she’d certainly never had one with fangs who could send her skyrocketing to the heavens when she orgasmed.
Things between the two of them were moving fast, but Athena didn’t care.
She’d believed Sorin when he’d said it was fate.
What else could it mean?
They would be leaving for his home away from the casino soon. She couldn’t wait.
She had been promised a crash course into vampirism once there.
Athena was sure it wasn’t like the popular movie with sparkling vamps and teenage wolves.
It was much darker.
And it was now her reality.
There were humans trying to kill Sorin and his people.
Arriving at the escalator, she glanced at her watch before stepping on it. She’d be a few minutes early, which she knew Nick would appreciate.
A few people got on after her.
She glanced over her shoulder and gave a small smile at the two men behind her. They must be heading to one of the restaurants or shops located on the same level of the club. This time of day, the casino wasn’t as busy. The sun had just gone down, and people would be flooding the casino soon.
Turning back, she began running the lyrics of one song she wanted to incorporate into the show through her head. It was a new one she hadn’t spoken to Nick about, and tonight would be the night.
When she’d begun writing it, she had gotten writer’s block on it. But after the past day with Sorin, the words had flooded her.
Apparently, she was missing something in her that would inspire the words to flow.
Sorin.
Stepping off the escalator, she headed toward the club. Her heels echoed along the marble floor.
“Excuse me,” a voice called out.
She spun and released a gasp. The two men were advancing on her with scowls on their faces. She took note of the handcuffs in one of their hands. She backed up faster and turned to run, but hands snatched her shirt.
“Where are you going, pretty lady?”
“Let me go!” she cried out, fighting against him.
A sharp pinch at her neck, and a moan slipped from her lips. Immediately, her body refused to cooperate. She tried to scream, but no sound would come out. Arms caught her just as she tilted toward the floor.
“Sorin,” she gasped.
Her attacker swung her up in his arms. Her body was frozen in place, no longer able to move.
Her world went black.
