The Soul of a Bear (UnBearable Romance Series Book 3) by Amelia Wilson

Author:Amelia Wilson [Wilson, Amelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-04-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six – Interlude (Nika)

Her dreams were full of monsters, and the terror of being chased. In her dreams, she was running, always running, pursued by beasts with human faces and monstrous teeth that gnashed at her heels. She could feel them almost upon her, practically taste the fetid moisture of their breath as they bore down… and then she would wake.

In the quiet of her own room, with familiar shapes and scents around her, she would awake, and there he was. Erik Thorvald, standing like a sentinel at her bedroom door, his back to her, his face pointed out toward the enemy. She had never had enemies before, and it was still strange to have this man guarding her this way.

When she’d first retired that night, she’d found it difficult to get comfortable. It was alien and awkward having a stranger just outside her room. He was respectful, though, and as careful of her modesty and privacy as he was of her safety. Despite everything she’d ever heard warning her not to trust strange men at night, she had relaxed.

Now, in the sudden wakefulness following her escape from her nightmares, she was glad that he was there.

He was tall, much taller than any other man she’d known. Unlike some very tall men, though, he was broad as well, not gangly in the least. His shoulders were wide and even through his shirt, she could tell that his back was muscular and strong. His hair was thick and golden, ending just above his collar in a respectable businessman’s haircut. If anyone gave him a second glance on the train, it would be because of his handsome face, not because he looked at all out of place.

When he was sitting still, there was nothing about him that seemed like anything other than a modern young executive. When he moved, though, that was when the mirage was shattered. He moved like a warrior, strong but controlled, with rapid reflexes and a fluid stride. She had seen him fight, and in retrospect she admired the economy of his motions. There had been no wasted energy in his struggle with the Draugr - the blows he had delivered had been precise, directed, purposeful.

She shuddered to remember the way that Draugr had looked at her, practically salivating like a wolf looking at a flock of lambs. He had captured her mind, paralyzed her against her will. He could have done anything to her. If vampires really were coming for her, she needed Erik’s protection, because she was certainly not going to be able to protect herself.

She hated the feeling of weakness that the thought gave her, and the fear of being pursued in her waking hours made any hopes of going back to sleep evaporate. She sat up in bed and put her face into her hands.

Erik was beside her in an instant, sitting on the edge of the bed. “My lady?” he said, using that archaic phrase again. He put a hand onto her shoulder, alarmed by her tears.

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