Dark Knight of the Skye by Robin Renee Ray

Author:Robin Renee Ray [Ray, Robin Renee]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Vamptasy
Published: 2012-01-18T16:00:00+00:00

Part 4

Tammy, D`nae’s mother, lay covered from head to toe on the cold stone floor, as dead as the beast that slept in the king size bed not ten feet from her. The sun was setting and his body was taking on visible life once again. Alasdair rose, swinging his nude legs off the bed, and setting his bare feet onto that same cold floor. He lifted his head and stretched his back, before standing and raising his arms above his six foot stature. The light of the fireplace was just a dim glow of its former self, until he walked over and tossed a few pieces of wood onto the red hot coals. He picked up his black floor-length satin housecoat, and sat down in one of the two high back chairs at the foot of the bed and waited. The bottom of the cloth covering Tammy moved and Alasdair’s legs spread slightly as he leaned forward in the chair. It rose and fell at her chest and a moan escaped from her lips. Alasdair smoothed his thick red hair back on one side and push himself to his feet.

He tied the sash on his robe closed, walking as if on air, then bent at the waist and ripped the cloth off of his newest creation. Her pale white skin was breathtaking, and shades whiter than most, because of how pale she was to begin with. Her arms were shackled at her sides and her ankles were firmly in place. Her shame showed on her face when she turned to look at him for the second time, only now she lay even more vulnerable; nude and no longer one of living. The brown of her eyes had lightened, but the haunting truth of her knowledge was still there.

“Who am I, woman?”

“What else can you do to me? Kill me? Been there done that, wanna cut me up now?”

“Do not tempt me,” he hissed, thinking she was indeed her daughter’s mother. “She came by her mouth honestly.”

“She was raised by strong women!” Tammy replied, dropping her upper back heavily to the floor.

“You think acting like you do not care will make me have pity on you, don’t you?” he asked leaning way down as he walked around her head, looking down with his hair half covering his face.

“Pity? I’m the fucking walking dead. I have two inch teeth in my mouth… like I said,” she sarcastically replied, turning her head to keep from looking back at him.

Alasdair curled his hands into fists and stormed to the bed, yanked the bedspread off and threw it over her body.

“Cover yourself, it sickens me to look at you.”

“Guess you should have thought about that, huh?”

“Do you know what I have planned for you? Do you really want to know your purpose in this little scheme of mine, woman?”

“You have me here to trap my child,” she said trying to shake the cover off of her face.

Alasdair went to the dresser on the other side of the bed and picked up one single key.

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