The Slayer by Theresa Meyers

Author:Theresa Meyers
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Paranormal, General, Romance, Fantasy, Historical, Fiction
ISBN: 9781420121254
Publisher: Zebra
Published: 2012-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Winn and Alexa ran blindly through the forest, away from the Russian werewolves and the slain Bavarian Hunters. The cold air knifed through his lungs each time he inhaled and came out in white gusts as his sides bellowed in and out. In contrast, Alexa flew over the ground, her limbs nearly a blur. ’Course, she didn’t have more than fifty pounds of weapons strapped to her back either, Winn thought.

He ground to a halt and bent double, his hands resting on his thighs, as he struggled to breathe. Alexa stopped. Bits of twigs and leaves were tangled in her hair. Her face was paler than usual in the filtered moonlight, but he realized that she had a fine layer of dust on her skin.

“You’ve got a bit of something ... just there,” he said, indicating the corner of her mouth. It was red, dark, gory matter, and he didn’t want to think on it too much, nor wipe it away himself. Certainly it had been a battle, which was never pretty, no matter who was fighting, but to see her in full-out fighting mode still came as a shock to his system. He also became aware of the sticky blood on his own face and wiped it as clean as he could with his shirttail.

His mind couldn’t reconcile that the incredibly beautiful woman who was so soft and pliant beneath his hands was the same vampire who could tear apart another being with such horrifying efficiency. She was like some twisted female version of the ancient two-faced god Janus. Two very different beings in the same sensuous package, and he hadn’t the faintest idea how to separate them. One he was definitely attracted to and the other he inherently found repulsive.

Her features had returned to normal. She rubbed at her mouth with her sleeve. Hardly ladylike, but then he suspected there weren’t many ladies who had to battle werewolves with just their bare hands and teeth, either. “Sorry,” she murmured and looked away as if embarrassed.

“Nothing to be sorry for. A fight is a fight.”

Her face crumpled. She fisted her hands and hit the nearest tree. “How could I have been so blind? Stupid, Alexa, absolutely idiotic of you.” Her chest lifted with a heavy sigh, her gaze connecting with his. “Now that they have the piece of the Book, they want you as well. It was a mistake to bring you here.”

“There was no way you could have known.”

She shrugged and leaned up against a tree, her head tilting back to look up at the small bit of starry night peeking through the dark branches overhead. “I’ve lost my bearings. I don’t even know in which direction Castle Barranoch lies. The stink of those werewolves still fills my nose and has completely eroded my sense of smell.”

Winn straightened up against the protest of his screaming muscles and gave the misty forest air a tentative sniff. Wood smoke and the smell of roasting meat perked him up. He scanned the trees, looking for the telltale glow of a campfire.

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