Immortal Wounds: Book #1 in the Immortal Wounds Vampire Series-Paranormal Romance/Vampire Romance/Romantic Fantasy by Nicole Grane Page B
Authors: Nicole Grane
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that Damen had bitten me; and I now shared some of his memories. He would be after me to turn me into a werewolf like him—I was certain of it. He could have me like he wanted so very long ago. I didn’t want to share that information with Marcus either.
“Oh no, is that the time?” I said in a panic, snapping out of my dark thoughts. I stared at the clock wide-eyed. It was 10:45 am. “I gotta hurry! I forgot I’m supposed to meet Kim and Leah for lunch at 11:30!” I abandoned my original choice of attire and rushed to my closet for a dressier outfit.
“Who?” Marcus asked.
“My co-workers. We’re supposed to meet a new client.” I shouted over my shoulder as I dug deeper through my wardrobe. “Do you have anything planned for today?”
“A little hunting trip,” he said darkly. I could almost hear him smiling.
I spun around. “You’re not going after Damen are you?”
“You don’t need to concern yourself Phoebe. I’ll take care of this.” He spoke as if he were going to drop off dry cleaning.
“No! Marcus, you can’t. Just let him go.”
“I like the black one. You always looked good in black,” he mused, his head tilting slightly to the right, as if imagining me in it.
My attention was briefly diverted to the two dresses in my hands. I frowned. He was trying to distract me. “Marcus, please. Don’t go alone. If you have to go, let me come with you, I’m sure . . .”
“NO!”
I nearly fell backward into my closet.
“You’re not to be anywhere near him. Do you understand?” His words were harsh and direct.
“I only thought that if there were two of us—”
He flew at me, stopping anything else I may have said. He held me tightly in front of him so that he had my full attention.
“I don’t want to be in any way unclear about this,” he growled. “You are not to get involved. You can’t fight him. You’ll lose!”
“I could distract him or maybe if you showed me . . .”
“NO!” he hissed. “I never liked you fighting before, and you’re less equipped to do it now.”
I suddenly felt insulted. “What do you mean, less equipped? I know I’m not the most athletic girl, but I’m sure I could fight off a . . .” I couldn’t even believe I was having this conversation. I put my hands on the side of my face, trying to keep my head from exploding. “ . . . werewolf, if my life or yours depended on it.” Besides, I owe him. I thought to myself. He took more than one life that night!
“You wouldn’t last a fraction of a second before he ripped your throat out again,” Marcus said harshly.
My hands were instinctively shielding my neck. He was right, and deep down I knew it. Still, I couldn’t let him go. I felt just as protective of Marcus as he did for me. I lifted my chin high. “I fought them before. With training, I could do it again.” I spoke firmly. I didn’t like being told I couldn’t do something, even if it was for my own good.
Marcus leveled me with an icy stare. “You had over a century of training; you’re not coming with me, and that’s final!”
The clock chimed eleven.
“You’d better get ready; you have less than an hour,” he announced smugly.
I growled mentally. I threw the red dress back in the closet, not even bothering to hang it up, and stomped to the bathroom. I turned around to see Marcus beaming like the Cheshire cat. Foolishly, he thought he’d won.
“This conversation is not over,” I said with authority as I slammed the bathroom door shut.
Chapter 8: New Opportunities
Kim and Leah are going to have a field day when they see me, I thought to myself. Kim would take full advantage of any opportunity to point out that she didn’t cause my injuries this time.
Assessing the damage, I peeled away one of the Band-aids from my knee. “Unbelievable!” I removed a few more, squealing mentally as each one came off.
I opened the bathroom door to find Marcus right where I left him. He still looked irritated.
His
“Oh no, is that the time?” I said in a panic, snapping out of my dark thoughts. I stared at the clock wide-eyed. It was 10:45 am. “I gotta hurry! I forgot I’m supposed to meet Kim and Leah for lunch at 11:30!” I abandoned my original choice of attire and rushed to my closet for a dressier outfit.
“Who?” Marcus asked.
“My co-workers. We’re supposed to meet a new client.” I shouted over my shoulder as I dug deeper through my wardrobe. “Do you have anything planned for today?”
“A little hunting trip,” he said darkly. I could almost hear him smiling.
I spun around. “You’re not going after Damen are you?”
“You don’t need to concern yourself Phoebe. I’ll take care of this.” He spoke as if he were going to drop off dry cleaning.
“No! Marcus, you can’t. Just let him go.”
“I like the black one. You always looked good in black,” he mused, his head tilting slightly to the right, as if imagining me in it.
My attention was briefly diverted to the two dresses in my hands. I frowned. He was trying to distract me. “Marcus, please. Don’t go alone. If you have to go, let me come with you, I’m sure . . .”
“NO!”
I nearly fell backward into my closet.
“You’re not to be anywhere near him. Do you understand?” His words were harsh and direct.
“I only thought that if there were two of us—”
He flew at me, stopping anything else I may have said. He held me tightly in front of him so that he had my full attention.
“I don’t want to be in any way unclear about this,” he growled. “You are not to get involved. You can’t fight him. You’ll lose!”
“I could distract him or maybe if you showed me . . .”
“NO!” he hissed. “I never liked you fighting before, and you’re less equipped to do it now.”
I suddenly felt insulted. “What do you mean, less equipped? I know I’m not the most athletic girl, but I’m sure I could fight off a . . .” I couldn’t even believe I was having this conversation. I put my hands on the side of my face, trying to keep my head from exploding. “ . . . werewolf, if my life or yours depended on it.” Besides, I owe him. I thought to myself. He took more than one life that night!
“You wouldn’t last a fraction of a second before he ripped your throat out again,” Marcus said harshly.
My hands were instinctively shielding my neck. He was right, and deep down I knew it. Still, I couldn’t let him go. I felt just as protective of Marcus as he did for me. I lifted my chin high. “I fought them before. With training, I could do it again.” I spoke firmly. I didn’t like being told I couldn’t do something, even if it was for my own good.
Marcus leveled me with an icy stare. “You had over a century of training; you’re not coming with me, and that’s final!”
The clock chimed eleven.
“You’d better get ready; you have less than an hour,” he announced smugly.
I growled mentally. I threw the red dress back in the closet, not even bothering to hang it up, and stomped to the bathroom. I turned around to see Marcus beaming like the Cheshire cat. Foolishly, he thought he’d won.
“This conversation is not over,” I said with authority as I slammed the bathroom door shut.
Chapter 8: New Opportunities
Kim and Leah are going to have a field day when they see me, I thought to myself. Kim would take full advantage of any opportunity to point out that she didn’t cause my injuries this time.
Assessing the damage, I peeled away one of the Band-aids from my knee. “Unbelievable!” I removed a few more, squealing mentally as each one came off.
I opened the bathroom door to find Marcus right where I left him. He still looked irritated.
His
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