The Soul's Mark: Broken by Ashley Stoyanoff

Author:Ashley Stoyanoff [Stoyanoff, Ashley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780988077577
Google: jEDtnQEACAAJ
Amazon: B00C4CHK4G
Goodreads: 17380737
Publisher: Ashley Stoyanoff Books
Published: 2013-03-15T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 17

Tristan was like the perfect little devil, whispering in his ear. He could make the simplest comments sound demented and thrilling all at once, and Mitchell couldn’t lie, it was wonderfully sinful and picture perfect, even if the kid was starting to grate on his nerves, just a little bit.

After he had let Amelia and her friends flee, Mitchell had rounded up his troops and took them back to town. He had thought about following her, but he knew he didn’t need to. She would go back to his house, he was certain of it. If there was one thing he knew about Amelia, it was that she was a scared little child, and she would run to the one place she felt safe, a place where she could hide.

So he decided to give her the illusion of safe. He had meant what he said; he wanted to have some fun with her, and right now, his fun was just beginning. He’d sit back for a bit and let them sweat. He hadn’t missed how many of those hunters looked at her with daggers, and he also hadn’t missed how many were born leaders. They would be at each other’s throats in no time, and that’s when he would strike.

They retreated back to the hole that Tristan called his house. It was small and dirty, and none of the furniture matched, but for now, Mitchell figured it would do, at least until he was ready to take back what was his.

“McLean worked with the hunters,” Tristan said casually, as he lounged on an ugly green and brown striped chair with his feet propped up on a scratched up coffee table. “He wanted you dead. I think that overrules pet status, don’t you?”

“How do you know this?” Angelle asked with a sugary tone. She sat across from him matching his lax pose, but Mitchell knew that voice. It was the voice she used just before she attacked. The calm before the storm, yep … that was Angelle, and Mitchell had to work at stifling his groan. Would they ever stop this pointless bickering?

“Because, I was there,” Tristan said, brushing Angelle off just like a brother would brush off an annoying sibling.

“Exactly,” Angelle said. “You were there. You helped them.” She made a great show of rolling her big brown eyes. “Mitch, just kill him already,” she said, and then, a sunny smile popped up on her lips, and she let her fangs slide into place. “Or better yet, let me do it.” She let her legs fall to the floor with a lazy grace and began to stand.

“Angelle,” Mitchell warned, and paused, looking her full in the face. She blanched, and he held the stare for a long minute, before he looked back at Tristan and said, “Explain.”

Tristan stuck his tongue out at Angelle and grinned. “McLean was really just supposed to draw Amelia out so I could get to you, but that stupid protective spell got in the way. Really, I thought you already knew he was against you.

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