Run by B.L. Brunnemer

Author:B.L. Brunnemer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: B.L. Brunnemer

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I woke with a small jerk. What… I took a deep breath; the scent of ozone was close. Falk…but there was something else…musky. I opened my eyes. The room was still dark. But something was there…the scrape of something… I shifted closer toward the ozone scent; his warmth radiated off him. My fingers found his shoulder. “Falk.”

He took a deeper breath but stayed perfectly still. But I knew he was awake…

“Falk—” Something cold and strong wrapped around my ankle and dragged me down the bed. I screamed and scrambled for a grip on the blankets. Before I could, Falk’s hand snapped around my wrist and stopped me from sliding. Heart pounding, I looked up at him. His eyes were glowing bright amber in the dark, his fangs bared as he snarled over me at the bathroom door. Heart pounding, I clung to his hand as whatever had me pulled even more. I cried out as a stinging pain shot up my knee.

With one hard pull, he jerked me free, bringing me up the bed under his crouching body before he leapt over me into the shadow of the bathroom.

A snarl vibrated through the room. My chest tight, I reached over and turned on the light with fumbling fingers. Tile broke, glass shattered in the bathroom. Drywall crumbled. Something big was thrown through the wall and door. I dove off the bed to the floor. Whatever it was hit the wall where I had been with a wet, sickening thud.

I scrambled back across the carpet, gaping slack-jawed at the thing on the bed. Big. Tentacles… holy shit! I was still trying to make sense of it when a hand grabbed my arm. The fear drained from me, leaving me shaking as Falk pulled me to my feet. His shirt was torn, with patches of blood here and there. And a black goop…my stomach rolled. Falk left me by the door before moving around the room, gathering our bags before moving back to me. Everything was a bit fuzzy when he opened the door. His arm wrapped around the back of my legs a heartbeat before he lifted me over his shoulder and ran. I didn’t ask, I didn’t argue. I just held on, grateful to be alive.

We had to be well over a mile away before he stopped in a park and set me carefully down on a bench. He pulled my shoes out of my bag, then handed them to me. Before I could put them on, he squatted down and pulled up the leg of my pajama bottoms. A shadow of a bruise was forming around my ankle but otherwise, I was fine. He ran his fingers over my ankle, then looked up at me with demanding eyes.

My heart stopped pounding and I could finally take a breath. “I’m okay.”

He examined me before letting me put my shoes on. I stuffed my feet in them while he pulled his own on.

That’s when I noticed again that his shirt was covered in blood.

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