understand,” Dom whispered as he started to unbutton his shirt. Moonlight shone on his pale skin and silver piercings. I knew what was going to happen next. I laced my fingers in his and turned my head. I wasn’t going to have the last image of my friend be him dissolving into dust.
“No, you don’t.” Donavan walked over to Dom and placed the wooden stake into my hands.
“Dominick Silva, my decision is for you to live.”
I squealed in delight, and Donavan glared at me until I fell silent.
“He will live but, if he murders again, you will be the one to dispose of him, Sarah. He’s your responsibility now.”
My delight faded as Donavan’s words sunk in, if he ever murdered again. Donavan never specified. It didn’t matter what he killed, if Dom took another life it was now my duty to take his.
“How will he feed?” I asked.
“I can feed without killing, Sarah. You know that.” Dom smiled at me. “You needn’t worry.”
I did though. I didn’t like having my mentor’s life in my hands. I looked up at Aminka, wanting to ask if she knew his fate but too afraid to do so. Donavan and Dom started talking about the Clan’s security. Dom offered to patrol Donavan’s woods in case a rogue creature happened by. While the odds of that happening twice was slim…oh wait. It already had. We had rogue Weres a while back, and then Dom. Dom’s idea was sound, and Donavan seemed to agree.
I look a deep breath and slowly crossed from my mentor’s side to my Romi’s. I took my place at Donavan’s right, glancing over at Aminka as she brushed my arm with her fingertips. She didn’t look at me, but the gesture paired with the small smile on her lips told me that I didn’t have to worry about Dom’s fate. As long as he abided by Donavan’s rules, everything would be golden.
My thoughts wandered as the pair talked about things that didn’t concern me. I was starting to hate these woods. I had to explain three dead bodies to the police here. I killed Jackilin Skyner, one half of the previous Lords of Charleston before Damian took over, about a mile to the north. Also, I threw a silver dagger into the heart of…
I stopped my mind from filling in the rest of the thought. My heart couldn’t take thinking of him, and I felt quite sure I’d go catatonic if I did.
“If you’ll come with me, I’ll introduce you to Monique.”
Donavan’s words cut through my mind and I pulled myself back to the present. Dom followed Donavan through the woods, leaving Aminka and I behind.
“They’ll be friends soon enough,” said Aminka with that same small smile. “Donavan’s already thinking that it’s too soon for him to forgive the vamp so much.”
“You can read his thoughts?” I asked, thinking of my connection with Damian.
Aminka shook her head. “No, but I know my Romi well.”
She held out her hand to me, playing the part of a blind woman. I took it, not having the guts to tell her to find her own way back. She was on Donavan’s left for a reason, and I had yet to see exactly what it was.
Donavan lived in a green farmhouse accented with rust red trim and matching shutters. I noticed that the white paint on the porch was starting to peel, and made a mental note to tell Dom to fix it one night. It was out in the middle of nowhere, perfect for Donavan and his Clan. This house was tucked away in the woods off of Highway 176 in Randa, South Carolina. He owned enough land that he and his Clan could roam free on the nights of the full moon and not worry about anyone coming across them. I wondered how he acquired the land in the first place, but I had a feeling that his family passed it down. A lot of Weres did that if being a Were was a family trait. In a way it kept their future children and grandchildren safe. It was handy and quite thoughtful. Monique sat in one of the rocking chairs on the porch with a blanket strewn across her lap, and smiled to us as we walked up. Bending over, Donavan kissed her cheek
“No, you don’t.” Donavan walked over to Dom and placed the wooden stake into my hands.
“Dominick Silva, my decision is for you to live.”
I squealed in delight, and Donavan glared at me until I fell silent.
“He will live but, if he murders again, you will be the one to dispose of him, Sarah. He’s your responsibility now.”
My delight faded as Donavan’s words sunk in, if he ever murdered again. Donavan never specified. It didn’t matter what he killed, if Dom took another life it was now my duty to take his.
“How will he feed?” I asked.
“I can feed without killing, Sarah. You know that.” Dom smiled at me. “You needn’t worry.”
I did though. I didn’t like having my mentor’s life in my hands. I looked up at Aminka, wanting to ask if she knew his fate but too afraid to do so. Donavan and Dom started talking about the Clan’s security. Dom offered to patrol Donavan’s woods in case a rogue creature happened by. While the odds of that happening twice was slim…oh wait. It already had. We had rogue Weres a while back, and then Dom. Dom’s idea was sound, and Donavan seemed to agree.
I look a deep breath and slowly crossed from my mentor’s side to my Romi’s. I took my place at Donavan’s right, glancing over at Aminka as she brushed my arm with her fingertips. She didn’t look at me, but the gesture paired with the small smile on her lips told me that I didn’t have to worry about Dom’s fate. As long as he abided by Donavan’s rules, everything would be golden.
My thoughts wandered as the pair talked about things that didn’t concern me. I was starting to hate these woods. I had to explain three dead bodies to the police here. I killed Jackilin Skyner, one half of the previous Lords of Charleston before Damian took over, about a mile to the north. Also, I threw a silver dagger into the heart of…
I stopped my mind from filling in the rest of the thought. My heart couldn’t take thinking of him, and I felt quite sure I’d go catatonic if I did.
“If you’ll come with me, I’ll introduce you to Monique.”
Donavan’s words cut through my mind and I pulled myself back to the present. Dom followed Donavan through the woods, leaving Aminka and I behind.
“They’ll be friends soon enough,” said Aminka with that same small smile. “Donavan’s already thinking that it’s too soon for him to forgive the vamp so much.”
“You can read his thoughts?” I asked, thinking of my connection with Damian.
Aminka shook her head. “No, but I know my Romi well.”
She held out her hand to me, playing the part of a blind woman. I took it, not having the guts to tell her to find her own way back. She was on Donavan’s left for a reason, and I had yet to see exactly what it was.
Donavan lived in a green farmhouse accented with rust red trim and matching shutters. I noticed that the white paint on the porch was starting to peel, and made a mental note to tell Dom to fix it one night. It was out in the middle of nowhere, perfect for Donavan and his Clan. This house was tucked away in the woods off of Highway 176 in Randa, South Carolina. He owned enough land that he and his Clan could roam free on the nights of the full moon and not worry about anyone coming across them. I wondered how he acquired the land in the first place, but I had a feeling that his family passed it down. A lot of Weres did that if being a Were was a family trait. In a way it kept their future children and grandchildren safe. It was handy and quite thoughtful. Monique sat in one of the rocking chairs on the porch with a blanket strewn across her lap, and smiled to us as we walked up. Bending over, Donavan kissed her cheek
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