Blood Moon Magic by Isobelle Carmichael

Author:Isobelle Carmichael [Carmichael, Isobelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-03T16:00:00+00:00

Ouch, that hurts, I think to myself, as I slowly come to consciousness. I try to speak and realize my jaw feels like it might be broken. Throbbing pain radiates from my eye socket to my jaw, bringing stinging tears to my eyes. I move to rub the agony away and notice my hands aren’t working correctly. I try to move them again, and hear the clank of metal, realizing my arms are chained …

What? What the fuck is happening?

There’s a blank spot in my mind, and I can’t remember anything that happened since I got on the motorcycle with Marcus. Panic begins to fill me as I take stock of my situation, realizing that I am chained up by my hands and ankles, and not in the kinky, fun way.

I slowly move my legs and gently shake out my arms as best as I can with my hands secured. I have bruises and contusions all over, and my ribs are certainly broken. The longer I’m aware of my surroundings, the more fear begins to creep into my system, and it’s paralyzing me.

If I’m here, where are my men? If I’m here, what’s happened to them? Are they alive? Who has us?

“Oh my god,” I hear someone breathe next to me, “Thank goodness you’re finally awake. I’ve been so worried ever since they dragged you in here unconscious with all that blood running down your face.

“Chey,” I croak, feeling the dryness of my vocal cords. “Chey, what happened? Where are we?”

“Oh, shoot,” she says. “You don’t remember a thing, do you? I’ll fill you in, alright sugar.”

I laugh. Her accent is making me giggle uncontrollably. Whenever Chey gets upset, her accent comes out. Usually, she only uses it to flirt, but right now the twang is strong with this one.

“Honeybee, I’m not sure what you find so damn funny because I can promise you none of this is fun.”

“Sorry Chey, I’m feeling a little … okay, a lot out of it,” I admit.

“Well, that’s not surprising, considering the goose egg on your head right now.” She stares at me, concern making her dark brown eyes look darker than usual. I take a quick glance and notice her curly brown hair is a mess; she’s gonna need half a bottle of conditioner to get those tight curls back under control. I continue my visual inspection, noticing the layers of dirt on her clothing and the scrapes that mar her normally pristine warm brown skin.

“Honey, stop looking at me like that,” she says in a pleading tone “I’m alright for now. No one has messed with me much yet, but that damn Bradley keeps looking at me like I’m lunch, and I do not wanna be on his menu, you hear?”

“So, what happened?” I ask.

“Ronnie, that little witch,” she shrieks, “I thought you told me you healed her, and that she wouldn’t be the evil little tramp she used to be anymore?”

She shoots me a glare that says you’re on my list. I don’t like that look; I don’t wanna be on Chey’s list.

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