Antique Instincts Book One by Odette C. Bell

Author:Odette C. Bell [Bell, Odette C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Odette C. Bell

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Sonia couldn’t turn. What was the point? This was no spell. This time the vamp wasn’t throwing his voice. He stood a few inches from her throat.

And trust her, that was the only metric that mattered.

He wasn’t after her face, didn’t care about the rest of her body – he just wanted her thrumming jugular. She felt his attention locking onto it and chaining itself around every droplet of blood.

No matter where she ran, he would drag her back by the neck, sink his fangs into her flesh, and finally end this.

Sonia knew that all the blood drained from her face. She swore her heart stopped. But there wasn’t a damn thing she could do that would actually count.

Finally she felt a long, cold hand secure hold of her shoulder. The fingers felt like frozen sticks of steel. As they pushed into her tender flesh, they did so with a warning. They would touch her lightly for now. Hard would come in a few seconds. Hard and deadly.

“I told you. You can’t get away from me. You shouldn’t have messed my plans up.”

Sonia shouldn’t speak. Why waste her breath? She needed it for her last few moments, for the final thoughts that would rush through her head, for the life that would flash past her eyes in a blinding blast.

Maybe there was something about the fact she had already chased this guy down – something about the fact that, when she’d reached the pits of despair previously with this man, she’d managed to pull herself up by the bootstraps.

She wasn’t nearly as scared as she ought to be.

She didn’t just speak. She turned. She faced him.

Gaunt didn’t do him justice. It looked as if he’d been dragged up from a morgue that morning. His cheeks were so sallow, she didn’t think there was any flesh behind them. The collagen had given way long ago. In its place was the epithelial equivalent of plastic wrap. It clung to his bones, holding on like a sheet on a clothesline without pegs.

But who cared about that, right? Who cared about his slitlike nose, the flesh dappled from tension and compromised circulation? You only cared about the look in his eyes. It was as brutal as freshly sharpened butcher knives.

He crammed his face close, those eyes getting right up and personal in Sonia’s face. So personal, there was nowhere to go, and if she so much as moved forward half a centimeter, those eyes would swallow her up.

“You shouldn’t have intervened, little witch. Now you will end up like the rest of them.”

“If I scream, someone will hear,” Sonia stammered.

“If you scream, it’s not gonna make it past the evidence room door.” He pointed to it, that thin, bony-knuckled hand drifting past her face, drawing alongside her cold skin and touching it for a microsecond.

Sonia suddenly winced. Splitting pain ricocheted from temple to temple. It told her one thing. This guy had just had a hit. She could sense the drug inside him. She

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