A Vampire's Battle: A Gritty Urban Fantasy Novel (Rouen Chronicles Book 9) by Raven Steele & Ava Mason

Author:Raven Steele & Ava Mason [Steele, Raven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Samira.

Warmth infused me, covering once raw and frozen extremities with heat. That voice. I knew it from somewhere.

Someone said it again. The sound soothed me in this empty void of darkness and bitter cold.

Other words were spoken, but I ignored their warbled tones. They didn’t make sense nor provided any comfort. Not like hearing my name had.

I stalked through the dark, dense fog, feeling a strange lightness. My feet weren’t touching the ground and it was too dark, even for my vampire eyes, to see what lay in front of me. Anxiety rose, like a strong pulse in my throat. I pressed my hand to my face, needing the surety of its touch. The hair on the back of my neck prickled; there was someone nearby. Someone so close, their breath caressed my cheek. I swirled around, reaching for my swords, but they weren’t there. Panic choked my breaths as I stumbled forward, the cold beginning to seep into my body. Where was I?

The presence disappeared but was only replaced with a crowding, crushing sensation. There were others here; they were lost, like me. I rushed forward, aching to feel the comfort of cold steel in my hands, trying to find my way through the crowd. I couldn’t see them, but felt them. I darted through the throng, needing air, needing to breathe, needing openness and space.

I needed to get out of here!

The cold grew stronger, until my arms were stiff, my legs so heavy I could barely lift them, and I slowed my pace. My bones began to ache, and even moving became difficult. I pushed forward, slower now.

I needed to discover a way out of here. But how? There was something I needed to find.

I needed to hear that word again.

What was it? There was something about that word, that voice, that I should recognize.

Time went by as I stumbled in the darkness, lethargic and desperate, my only hope attaching to the warmth I’d felt that one time. An eternity passed, and then another, and the darkness never let up. I grew despondent but I didn’t give up. There was something out there for me. I just knew it.

And then, my wish was granted. Samira. I stopped. That was it, the word. I faced an endless black, focusing on the only word I recognized. Samira, wake up. I sighed at how warm that voice made me feel.

“I’m here,” I responded to no one.

Samira. Samira. Samira.

“I’m here!”

The next words that came finally made sense. “Open your eyes, my anima gemella.”

That voice! More than anything I wanted to be where that voice was. My heart ached to be with it. To touch it. Kiss it.

I redirected my focus from finding the unknown lost item, to concentrating on the sound of the voice. It was strong, warm, inviting. The ice in my body began to thaw, heat filled my arms, my legs, my chest. “Where are you?”

“Samira,” the voice came again, this time a low growl. “Open your eyes.”

An invisible bond grew and become so strong, it snapped, yanking me forward.

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