Immortal Wounds: Book #1 in the Immortal Wounds Vampire Series-Paranormal Romance/Vampire Romance/Romantic Fantasy by Nicole Grane Page A
Authors: Nicole Grane
Ads: Link
turned venomous.
I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk about Damen.” “Why bring up things that will only hurt you?”
“Hurt me?” he asked curiously pulling back to see my face. “What do you know that would hurt me?”
My face gave me away.
“Phoebe,” he warned.
I shook my head. “It was just a dream,” I insisted trying to convince myself. “By some miracle, I was able to see bits and pieces from our past. Some good. Some bad. And some I don’t understand yet . . .” I puzzled momentarily. “Besides, it doesn’t matter anyway,” I added cheerfully. “He’s dead; and good riddance!”
I secured the towel around my body and went to my dresser for some clothes.
Marcus caught my hand just as I reached for the handle. “What makes you think Damen is dead?” he asked.
“Uhh, he would have to be, that dream I had would have been . . .” I paused to consider the era. “ . . . at least five-hundred years ago. We’ve all been long since dead.” I looked at him like I’d just stated the obvious.
He leaned in close to me. “Not all of us!” he whispered with a crooked smile.
My mind wrapped around that thought for a half a second. My eyes popped open as I realized what Marcus was saying.
“He’s still alive!” I gasped. “But how could that be? And how would you know that unless you’re . . .? ”
“Still living too,” he finished my thought.
Every bit of last night came crashing down on me. Werewolves, rejection, panic attacks, vampires—Marcus was a vampire, a real vampire! I looked at him out the corner of my eye. I smiled nervously, still not trusting that any of this was real. “How old are you?” I asked.
“Hmm” he thought briefly. “I’d say . . . seven hundred and forty-nine this November.”
“‘Seven-hundred and forty-nine’?” The words stuck in my throat.
He could see my wheels turning, slowly.
“You’re . . .”
“Immortal? Yes,” he admitted flatly. Marcus watched me closely, probably expecting me to crack up again—he wouldn’t be disappointed.
I put my hand on my forehead, trying to steady myself. My mind was on overload. I hadn’t considered he was immortal.
“Perhaps you should lie down again,” he suggested, eyeing me carefully.
“It wasn’t a dream, was it? You’re really a . . . v-vampire?” I stuttered. I looked into his deep brown eyes. Saying it out loud didn’t make it any easier to accept.
“Yes.”
“And I’m . . . was . . .”
He reached out to hold me . . . but hesitated.
I stared at his arms that were half extended to me. Even though the thought of Marcus being an actual vampire was frightening beyond words, I couldn’t stand the distance between us. I closed the gap and let his arms wrap about me.
He brushed his lips across my forehead, sighing contentedly.
I smiled up into his glorious face. He was truly beautiful, and he loved me as much as I loved him. We’d always been meant for each other. Lifetime after lifetime, and now we were together again, with nothing to separate us.
Marcus watched the smile slip off my face. “What is it?” He looked alarmed.
“Was that . . .” I knew the answer before I asked the question. I’d seen those eyes that had watched me through the window before. They were the very eyes that stared into mine before they killed me in my dream. I could feel my pulse begin to quicken. “Damen was here last night, wasn’t he?” The sudden look of rage that claimed him, answered my question. “Damen bit me?”
“Yes.”
Several things occurred to me at once. First, Damen was alive! And if he was as old as Marcus said he was, he would remember the past. If he were to somehow tell Marcus the secret I was hiding from him, Marcus would surely try to kill him. Marcus could die! I could lose him. But was this really my secret to keep?
Second, Damen had killed me. The look in his eyes last night was no different than in my dream: Murderous!
Third, and most disturbing of all, was
I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk about Damen.” “Why bring up things that will only hurt you?”
“Hurt me?” he asked curiously pulling back to see my face. “What do you know that would hurt me?”
My face gave me away.
“Phoebe,” he warned.
I shook my head. “It was just a dream,” I insisted trying to convince myself. “By some miracle, I was able to see bits and pieces from our past. Some good. Some bad. And some I don’t understand yet . . .” I puzzled momentarily. “Besides, it doesn’t matter anyway,” I added cheerfully. “He’s dead; and good riddance!”
I secured the towel around my body and went to my dresser for some clothes.
Marcus caught my hand just as I reached for the handle. “What makes you think Damen is dead?” he asked.
“Uhh, he would have to be, that dream I had would have been . . .” I paused to consider the era. “ . . . at least five-hundred years ago. We’ve all been long since dead.” I looked at him like I’d just stated the obvious.
He leaned in close to me. “Not all of us!” he whispered with a crooked smile.
My mind wrapped around that thought for a half a second. My eyes popped open as I realized what Marcus was saying.
“He’s still alive!” I gasped. “But how could that be? And how would you know that unless you’re . . .? ”
“Still living too,” he finished my thought.
Every bit of last night came crashing down on me. Werewolves, rejection, panic attacks, vampires—Marcus was a vampire, a real vampire! I looked at him out the corner of my eye. I smiled nervously, still not trusting that any of this was real. “How old are you?” I asked.
“Hmm” he thought briefly. “I’d say . . . seven hundred and forty-nine this November.”
“‘Seven-hundred and forty-nine’?” The words stuck in my throat.
He could see my wheels turning, slowly.
“You’re . . .”
“Immortal? Yes,” he admitted flatly. Marcus watched me closely, probably expecting me to crack up again—he wouldn’t be disappointed.
I put my hand on my forehead, trying to steady myself. My mind was on overload. I hadn’t considered he was immortal.
“Perhaps you should lie down again,” he suggested, eyeing me carefully.
“It wasn’t a dream, was it? You’re really a . . . v-vampire?” I stuttered. I looked into his deep brown eyes. Saying it out loud didn’t make it any easier to accept.
“Yes.”
“And I’m . . . was . . .”
He reached out to hold me . . . but hesitated.
I stared at his arms that were half extended to me. Even though the thought of Marcus being an actual vampire was frightening beyond words, I couldn’t stand the distance between us. I closed the gap and let his arms wrap about me.
He brushed his lips across my forehead, sighing contentedly.
I smiled up into his glorious face. He was truly beautiful, and he loved me as much as I loved him. We’d always been meant for each other. Lifetime after lifetime, and now we were together again, with nothing to separate us.
Marcus watched the smile slip off my face. “What is it?” He looked alarmed.
“Was that . . .” I knew the answer before I asked the question. I’d seen those eyes that had watched me through the window before. They were the very eyes that stared into mine before they killed me in my dream. I could feel my pulse begin to quicken. “Damen was here last night, wasn’t he?” The sudden look of rage that claimed him, answered my question. “Damen bit me?”
“Yes.”
Several things occurred to me at once. First, Damen was alive! And if he was as old as Marcus said he was, he would remember the past. If he were to somehow tell Marcus the secret I was hiding from him, Marcus would surely try to kill him. Marcus could die! I could lose him. But was this really my secret to keep?
Second, Damen had killed me. The look in his eyes last night was no different than in my dream: Murderous!
Third, and most disturbing of all, was
Similar Books
