Page 65 of Entombed By Blood
“She needs clothes,” I say, breaking the awkwardness. “I’ll head out and see what I can get in her size.”
If I can’t comfort her directly, then I’ll at least see to her needs.
I’m the most inconspicuous of our crew; I’m fairly certain Cain doesn’t even know I exist. At times like this, I’m grateful for that. Evie will feel less out of place in modern clothes, and I’m eager to see her in something that isn’t that damned dress or Silas’s old clothes.
Frost’s hand shoots out, tossing the keys to the van at me. I catch them easily.
“Be careful,” he grouches. “Take Silas with you and don’t take any risks.”
I nod, pocketing the keys. “We’ll keep you updated.”
Evelyn
I refuse to feel guilty as I ease open the window and stare down at the grass below.
For the first time in my life, I can run. I have a head start. Cain will be searching for Frost and his pack, not a lone vampire.
I swing first one leg, then the other, out of the opening and bite my lip as I stare at the drop. I’ve got to move. My time window of opportunity is slipping by like water.
It isn’t far. The fall won’t hurt a vampire my age. So why am I hesitant?
Lycan noses will track me easily unless I get far away, fast. Travelling by foot isn’t ideal, but vampire speed will make me faster. I’ll have to keep moving. The thrall bonds will guide them to me if I don’t. I’m not sure if I can mute them with distance, but I’m going to try.
My first stop has to be the crypt to free Immy. Once she’s out, Cain will know I’ve pulled a double cross, but hopefully by then we’ll be out of his reach. If such a thing is even possible…
It has to be.
My sister deserves freedom. I need space to figure things out, and we both need time to heal. We can’t do that unless we’re far away from our sire and my thralls.
If I’m going to do this, I need to do it now. I’ve bought myself some time by telling Silas I want to be alone, but it won’t last forever.
With a deep breath, I shove my racing thoughts to the back of my mind, drop to the ground, and race away.
Vampire speed and agility makes vaulting the garden fence and disappearing into the tree line easy. It’s so elating to feel the wind streaking through my hair and the earth disappearing underfoot that, for a second, I lose myself to the sensation.
God, it’s been solongsince I felt this alive. Thisfree.
Until a brick wall comes out of nowhere, tackling me to the ground.
Earth flies upwards in an eruption of dirt from the force of our collision. Dust fills my lungs, making it hard to breathe for a second as I thrust my elbow back into the abdomen of my attacker. He just laughs and takes the impact before wrestling my arms behind me. I struggle, but it’s embarrassing how easily he restrains me. I end up with my front pressed into the dirt, breathing in the wet, mossy scent with every inhale as the male behind me uses his lower body to keep me pinned.
“Running back to Cain, doll?”
Draven’s calm voice makes me hiss and thrash again, my cheeks flushing in shame.Shit.I barely made it a mile from the house. How the mighty have fallen.
He keeps my arms behind me with one hand, while his other comes round to grab my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
“Let me go,” I growl, spitting dirt into his perfect face.
I freeze as I realise what I’ve done. My moment of boldness flees, replaced by paralysing fear as I remember exactly how weak I am at the moment.
If he retaliates, I’m not going to be able to defend myself. I recoil into the dirt, and Draven’s pleasant smile turns flinty as he follows the motion with his eyes.
“Now that’s not a very nice way to greet your thrall, is it?” He leans down to rub his jaw along the line of my throat, breathing in my scent as he does so. The hard line of his cock—nestled in the crack of my ass—pulses in response, scorching me through our clothing.
Something low in my abdomen unfurls at the sensation and my breath catches in my throat.
I shouldn’t want this. Every part of me should be focused on running. So why does the weight of his body on mine feel so right that I’m already pressing my thighs together in anticipation? My panic gives the desire a heady edge until I can’t tell if the adrenaline rushing beneath my skin is a result of lust or dread.
