A Million Different Ways (A Horn Novel Book 1) by Dangelico P

Author:Dangelico, P. [Dangelico, P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781495148743
Publisher: Paola Dangelico
Published: 2015-03-04T08:00:00+00:00

We walked back to the house tucked up against each other, our strides turning lazy and reluctant the closer we got. He plucked a pretty wildflower with five broad petals stained in bright pink. I watched him twirl the stem in between his index finger and thumb with such tender care that I was becoming jealous of it––of a tiny flower. Then I looked up and discovered a playful grin hanging on his face. He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I burst out in laughter.

You make me so happy, I wanted to say but didn’t. He held on firmly as I tried to push away from him. Hauling me securely against his chest, he asked in a low, sexy voice, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Away from you. You’re a terrible influence.” I couldn’t stop giggling, his affection coaxing out of me a reserve of pure joy I didn’t even know I possessed.

“Never,” he whispered seductively. “Never,” he repeated, his expression serious this time. He was so attuned to me that when he noticed my smile slip, he tucked the flower behind my ear and silenced my mind with a kiss that left me breathless.

Suddenly, a loud crack split the sound of trees rustling in the wind.

A second later, I found myself caged on the warm ground by two hundred plus pounds of muscle. At first, my eyes blinked rapidly, in confusion, until my mind registered the wild, irate look on his face. I couldn’t hear anything other than the high-pitched tone ringing in my ears. Then, just as abruptly, sound returned.

“Vera! Vera, are you okay?! Have you been hit?!”

Hit? I certainly hit the ground hard enough when he tackled me. I couldn’t understand what in the world he was shouting about. Why was he so alarmed and angry? My line of sight shifted slightly to the right. That’s when I noticed the blood stain spreading on his shoulder, through his shirt.

“Oh my God! Sebastian, you’re bleeding!” I struggled to get up.

“Don’t move! Someone’s shooting at us!” he shouted, holding me firmly to the ground.

“Shooting? Who could be shooting at us? Why would they be shooting at us?”

A strange stillness has fallen over everything, the forest and wildlife all holding a collective breath.

“I don’t know. Could be––” His face grew pale, his eyelids heavy. He was about to…he shook his head, trying to stay conscious. All emotion fled and my mind sharpened to respond in lightning quick decision making unlike anything I could accomplish under normal circumstances. I have always been at my best when a crisis arises. Some people lock up, freeze, others get overly emotional, overwhelmed with anger or fear. I turn as steady and dependable as a U.S. dollar bill.

I rolled him onto his back––he was too weak to protest––and ripped his shirt open to find the bullet wound had grazed him on the outside of his bicep. It had cut through muscle. Thankfully nowhere near any bone or important blood vessels. I tore his shirt apart and tied a punishing knot around the wound, staunching the bleeding.

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