Token Huntress by Carrington-Russell Kia

Author:Carrington-Russell, Kia [Carrington-Russell, Kia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crystal Publishing
Published: 2015-03-18T07:00:00+00:00

W alking out into the white halls, I saw that already Whitney and Tythian were in front of the water fountain. Whitney favored water features immensely, it seemed. This was her favorite spot to sit and simply stare. Tythian noticed us first. Chase went tense and stood in front of me. Tythian was the only other vampire who knew my identity and it was obvious he didn’t like it that I was within the Council. It did bring me relief to know that no one vampire recalled my face from the battle. Too much was happening during the fight and I was taken in after the explosion of the grenade.

Whitney then noticed us, patting Tythian’s hand lightly in a reassuring manner. “Don’t you ruin my friendship for me,” she said playfully with a light smile. He looked down at her, his hand tightening around hers. His eyes glistened in adoration. His blonde hair was slicked back smoothly, seeming very golden against his tanned skin. He was wearing black pants and a white buttoned shirt.

Chase was standing next to me as we had come to a halt in front of them. It gave me a moment to admire the difference in not only Tythian’s and Chase’s style, but age as well. It made me question why Chase seemed to be the only one who never wore a shirt, only a leather jacket. My eyes fixated on his hard chest, my eyes lingering over his hard stomach. His hip bones made me go hazy in thought. He found my eyes, a cocky smile twitching at his lips. Although my expression was bland, he knew I had been staring at his perfect body.

When I compared the style of both men, you could tell there was a very large age gap simply by the way they dressed. Although Tythian looked to be in his mid-thirties, there was an atmosphere around him. He was much older than Chase, possibly the oldest one here. I would have to ask Chase later.

“I am sorry about the attire,” Whitney said sheepishly. “You see I always have to wear long dresses. It is more comforting for me but I get very cold, very quickly. Chase asked me to find you clothes as we look the same size. It was all the clothing I had in my wardrobe.”

“Do not apologize, Whitney. She should be grateful,” Tythian interjected sharply. A low growl erupted from Chase in some form of warning. His fangs were already bared, and Tythian followed. His were much larger and fiercer.

“I said not to, Tythian,” Whitney said, slapping him on the arm lightly. The exertion of it forced her to cough into her hand. Chase caught and held my hand so I would not run to her aid, simply letting me watch.

“Whitney,” Tythian said, dropping to his knees in front of her. He rested one hand on her back, the other holding her hand tightly. “Let me ease the pain for you, please.” His tone was begging. She continued coughing hoarsely.

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