Highland Hunger Bundle with Yours for Eternity & Highland Beast by Hannah Howell

Author:Hannah Howell
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2011-07-20T07:00:00+00:00

Much to her surprise, Juliet managed to slip into a deep sleep, although it was marred with nightmares of being trapped in a small cellar while something—or someone—crept toward the door.

If she were a practicing witch, she might have attempted to discover the deeper meaning of her vivid dream and the choking fear that had seemed far too real. But with no genuine power beyond her ability to sense magic, she was willing to dismiss the vague premonition when Levet’s voice echoed through her head.

“Juliet,” the gargoyle called. “Sacre bleu, wake up.”

“Levet?” Sitting up, Juliet glanced around the empty room, her father’s demon blood giving her the ability to see no matter how dark it might be. “Levet, where are you?”

“I am speaking to you through your mind.”

She frowned, lifting a hand to her temple. “I wish you would not. It is making me dizzy.”

“Non, do not sever our bond. I need you, ma belle.”

“Now?”

“Oui. I am in trouble.”

Juliet’s heart missed a beat at the unmistakable edge of panic in the gargoyle’s voice.

“Dear God, are you hurt?”

“For now only my pride is injured, but I sense the future of my health is not at all certain. In truth, ma belle, it appears to be particularly dire.”

Barely realizing she was moving, Juliet crawled from the bed and headed for the smaller of the two armoires. Her fey blood demanded that she occasionally escape the confines of the city and surround herself with nature. She always kept several sets of loose smocks and pants that were more fitting for a stable boy than a young lady of society. Perfect for her long afternoons in the woods.

“Where are you?”

“I am not entirely certain.”

“Levet, you are not being excessively helpful,” she said, swiftly exchanging her night shift for the pants and smock, as well as a pair of boys’ boots. “I need to know where to begin my search if you desire to be rescued.”

“And you think that has not occurred to me?” Levet barked. “Had I known I was to be attacked and held hostage I would have been clever enough to leave a trail of bread crumbs for you to follow.”

Juliet moved to the dresser and began pinning her thick curls on top of her head.

“Do you wish my assistance or not?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then tell me what happened.”

“After you left me alone to entertain myself I decided to visit the docks.”

“Why in heaven’s name would you . . . ?” Juliet bit off her words as realization struck her. “The pixies. Really, Levet.”

“I am a gargoyle, not a saint. And you were the one to tempt me with the promise of pixies.”

Juliet stiffened at the ludicrous accusation. “I did no such thing.”

“Juliet, something is coming,” Levet hissed, his fear potent enough to spill through her. “Please, ma petite, I need you.”

There was a painful wrench, and abruptly her connection to the gargoyle was severed.

“Damn.”

Pausing only long enough to shove a knit hat over her curls, she clambered out her window and jumped the short distance to the nearby tree.

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