Dark Love by M. D. Bowden Page A

wreck and likely to lose it at any
second.
    Her car door
opened and Daniel was lifting her out.
    ‘Shhh,’ he said
– ‘you will be fine, you can drink from me.’
    A groan escaped
her lips, but she did not even have the energy to cover her mouth.
She heard a key turning in a lock, and things become fuzzy as she
ascended the stairs in his arms.
    ‘Daniel?’ she
asked, uncertain that it was even him here with her.
    She heard the
faintest swish and smelt the heavenly odor of intoxicating liquid.
Her eyes flicked open and she saw deep red drips running down
Daniel’s neck. Instantly she moved, she had to – she sank her fangs
into his neck and drank. It was totally different from when she had
fed on a human, or an animal. Daniel’s blood was rich with a
different type of power, and it had an entirely different effect on
her.
    Passion.
Desire.
    They ignited
inside her, and she wanted him.
    She broke away;
her thirst abated and lunged for his mouth, his too utterly sexy
for his own good lips, and kissed him deeply, intensely – taking
him in for what he was – an amazing, giving, sexy, dynamic man.
    I love him, she
thought, and pulled off his clothes as he ripped hers away.
    She was naked
and fell back on a soft, already made bed. Daniel was on top of
her, moving against her as she melted into him, her world
dissolving around her.
     
     

CHAPTER 14
     
    Sarah
finally had the chance. She opened up her rucksack and pulled
out her photo album. She turned the front cover and saw pictures of
Megan and Bea one year ago. She quickly flicked to the end where
there were the most recent pictures which were taken only one month
before. There they were - Megan with a grown up, trying hard to be
responsible, expression on her face, with her arms around Bea.
Megan had been trying to help Bea play with her toys – much to
Bea’s disgust. Sarah’s heart wrenched at the sight of them and she
let herself shed tears. She would allow herself this one moment of
indulgence, to mope, to miss her two little loves, and then she
would have to move on - for now.
    They would be
fine. They were with her parents, who loved them, who they loved.
They would be happy.
    She wiped her
cheeks dry on her sleeve and closed the album, before placing it at
the back of an empty cupboard.
    Daniel had left
her alone ten minutes before. He had driven into town to fetch some
luxuries. She suspected alcohol might be on the cards. She hoped
chocolate.
    Before he had
left he had brought in their luggage while she had lain on the bed
in a daze. She was surprised he had not kicked her up the butt and
into action. But now she was on the case. She would have everything
unpacked, including his stuff, before he returned.
    Their bedroom
was adorable. That was one of the reasons she had not been tempted
to leave it. There was an old oak double bed made up with retro,
flowery bedding. The walls were rough and painted white. There were
wooden floorboards under her feet and there was one cupboard made
of dark mahogany. Beyond the bed was a small window which was
deeply set in the wall. She walked over to it and sat on the
ledge.
    Outside it was
stunningly wild. There was a hill that steepened as it extended
away from their house, and it was scattered with the stones that
were everywhere on the moor. Daniel had informed her they were
granite and had been created by ancient volcanism. In the distance
she could see the steeple of a church and was eager to investigate.
She was tempted to give up on the unpacking and go directly to
check it out, but what if there was someone there? She did not want
to risk hurting anyone just to satisfy her curiosity. Instead she
resolved she would persuade Daniel to accompany her later. For now
she would get on with the job in hand.
    She returned to
her bag and tipped it upside down, emptying its contents onto the
bed. She folded the clothes she had so hastily wedged into her bag
upon leaving and put them away, before venturing out of the