Heart of a Vampire, Book Bundle (Books 1-3) by Amber Kallyn

Author:Amber Kallyn
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Amber Kallyn
Published: 2013-04-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Connor clenched his fists in the towel as he stared at the stubborn woman. Ashlyn didn’t even seem to realize the danger she was in.

He nudged her forward, trying to be soft. When she didn’t budge, he pushed her until he could reach her back.

Easing the torn shirt aside, he uncovered four slashes running from her right shoulder to just above her jeans.

“I told you, I can take care of it,” she repeated, but this time her words were slightly slurred.

His heart skipped a beat, then resumed at double pace. He’d seen men twice her size felled by the poison from a demon’s scratch.

Worry fired his blood and he stiffly took one of the wet towels and began cleaning her cuts.

She hissed, arching away from him.

Clamping a hand on her shoulder to keep her still, he continued.

Her head dropped to the arm of the chair, and she moaned almost inaudibly, as she passed out.

Damn woman. Her stubbornness might have killed her. Still could.

He eased her shirt wider apart, making sure there weren’t any other scratches. Then he stared in horror as he uncovered a mass of scars running over her porcelain skin.

Both sides of her back were twisted with scars. He could only guess at a few of the things used.

Whips, knives, claws, fire.

“Who the hell did this to you?” His fury boiled. The urge to make her tell him so he could torture those responsible filled him.

She didn’t respond other than a moan as the poison made her nearly catatonic. Connor was surprised she hadn’t passed out.

Sean strode in the doorway, froze as he took in everything. His face flushed red and his eyes burned. “What the hell are you doing?”

Connor shook his head. Right now, he had to stop the demon’s poison. He began to clean Ashlyn’s cuts once more, saying, “She was injured by a demon’s claws. Poison is running through her body right now.”

The boy’s eyes widened and he hurried over.

As Connor finished cleaning the wounds, he glanced at the kid, his mind caught between confusion and some strange, soft feeling towards the boy that he couldn’t quite name.

“Hand me the jar,” he said softly.

Sean glanced at the silver container, asking, “What’s in it?”

“It’s a mix of herbs and magic made by an Apache shaman. It’ll help dilute the poison, as long as it’s not too deep in her blood already.”

Sean blinked. “She doesn’t need it.”

Connor jerked his head back. “Damn well she does.”

Shaking his head, the boy pointed to Ashlyn’s back. “Look.”

He did. The red of the poison veining from the slashes had shrunk, creeping back toward the wounds. “Impossible,” he whispered.

“She’s practically immune to demon poison. Sure, it’ll hurt her a little, but that’s all.”

“How?” Connor asked, amazed as the streaks of the poison faded.

Sean shrugged. “Immunity.”

“There’s no such thing.”

“Sure there is.” His voice deepened. “You face something day after day for hundreds of years and your body builds up a tolerance.”

Connor froze, meeting Sean’s gaze. “What do you mean?” He had an idea, but didn’t dare let it enter his mind.

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