Tentyrian Legacy by Elise Walters

Author:Elise Walters [Walters, Elise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: tentyrian legacy, paranormal romance, tentyrian, paranormal, vampire, romance, elise walters, vampire series
Publisher: Permuted Press
Published: 2014-07-14T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11: LIABILITY

2010 AD, July

New York, New York / Ambrosine Island, Ionian Sea

My head is achy, and so is my back. I pull my duvet up closer to me; its cool folds are soothing against my protesting muscles. Thoughts of getting the flu briefly flicker through my mind. I pull the covers off and fumble for the bedside lamp. I usually never feel this disoriented. I must be coming down with something. I turn the light on but can’t find my BlackBerry, which I use for my clock. Throwing off the sheets in a flurry, I check the bed, behind it, and under it.

What the hell? Maybe I left it in my purse in the front hall? That’s when I notice what I’m wearing. Running shorts and my “No one likes a vegetarian” T-shirt. I never would wear this to bed. I look at myself in front of the starburst mirror above my dresser. My hair is a mess, and is that dirt smudged on my cheek? The room around me starts spinning. I grab the dresser for support and put my head between my legs. Deep breaths, just take deep breaths.

Bile is rising in my throat. My forehead is beading with sweat. But it’s not my physical condition that worries me. It’s the memories that begin to come back. Cupcakes, the attic, running, Luna’s blood, more running, Maximos. I have to call the police. I throw open my bedroom door. But before I take a step forward to get to the kitchen phone—I see two men in my living room. They are dressed all in black with closely cropped hair. Not to mention they are huge. With my not-so-quiet yanking of the door, they turn toward me.

“She’s awake,” one of the military-grade men says. “Clearly,” responds the other.

They start to walk slowly toward me. I must look like a deer caught in the headlights. I immediately slam the door shut and lock it. With all of my strength, I manage to push the dresser in front of the door. I hear knocking. My pulse is pounding so loud it’s hard to concentrate and understand the voices on the other side.

“Ms. Parker, I know this is confusing and you are probably scared, but we aren’t here to hurt you.” Who were they kidding?

“I’ve already called the police!” I yell. “They are on their way. You better get out of here now!” No response. Did they know I was bluffing? What feels like hours tick by . . . I can’t tell if they are leaving or not. I swallow continuously to keep from throwing up. I silently climb on top of the dresser and put my ear to the door. I hear shuffling outside.

“Get Max up here now. He’ll know how to handle this. She wasn’t supposed to wake up so soon. We should have had another hour.”

“At least she can’t get out of there. I checked,” I hear the other man say.

Maximos Vasilliadis. He was the one behind this. He was the one who took me from Raad’s house.

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