A Love Untamed by Palmer Pamela

Author:Palmer, Pamela [Palmer, Pamela]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: cookie429, Paranormal, Fiction, Romance, Extratorrents, Kat
ISBN: 9780062107527
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2012-12-26T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

They’d walked into a bloody hurricane.

Battering wind slammed into Fox, flaying him with sharp, stinging sand, knocking him back a step. He grabbed Melisande’s hand, pulling her against him, shielding her as a palm frond sailed at them, striking him in the hip before tumbling away. Behind them, the roiling ocean sent pounding surf to scour the shore. Water rushed over his boots, then receded just as quickly.

They’d stepped into yet another world, this one far from the medieval seaport. A tropical island, from what he could see. And, apparently, right in the middle of one hell of a storm.

Squinting his eyes against the blowing sand, Fox searched for assailants along the beach or hiding among the trees, certain they were around somewhere. But he could see nothing but the angry ocean, dark, swirling clouds blocking out midday sunshine, and a tropical island under full-scale attack by Mother Nature.

The sand blowing in his face annoyed him. The impossible nature of this mission infuriated him. That quickly, he felt the anger building inside of him—that new Feral edginess that had him feeling like he wanted to crawl out of his skin. If only Jag were here to give him a good fight.

He pressed his mouth close to Melisande’s ear and yelled above the gale, “We’ve got to find shelter. Somewhere defensible.”

Glancing up, she met his gaze with a tense mouth, hard agreement in warrior eyes. He tightened his grip on her hand with an instinctive need to protect. She couldn’t weigh much more than a hundred pounds, and he feared that the wind would lift her up and send her flying. Together, they ran from the beach toward the tree line above.

A shiver took hold of him, one he’d come to recognize as the kind that preceded some of his intuitions, now. And sure enough, as before, he suddenly knew where to go.

“This way!” He tugged on Melisande’s hand. Within the forest, debris flew, branches snapped, trees bending as if pushed low by a giant hand.

His gut led him toward a particularly thick clump of trees in which they could find some shelter. He pulled back a wide palm frond for Melisande to precede him through. She stepped forward, then froze and began to backpedal.

“What’s the matter?”

“Look. Carefully!”

He leaned forward to see what the problem was. A pit. Bloody hell. By the looks of the trampled palm fronds around it, and the fronds lining the bottom some twenty feet down, the pit had been hidden. Before the storm? No. By the track marks up one side and the badly disturbed ground on top, whoever, or whatever, had fallen in had been hauled out again. And recently.

Why in the fecking hell had his gut brought him this way?

“Look!” Melisande yelled above the howling wind, pointing.

He followed her gaze to where someone lay sprawled and motionless a short distance away, partially hidden by a downed palm tree. Castin? Carefully avoiding the trap, they made their way to him. But as they approached, Fox saw that the body was missing its head.

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