long?”
Marisa’s voice was muffled as she mumbled into his shirt, her body still
shaking with emotion.
When I heard them pull
apart I turned back around and took a seat in a faded, brown leather chair in
the corner. I was trying to be as invisible as possible, but still here if I
was needed.
Adrian held her at
arm’s length and frowned. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know where you were and
someone threatened to kill you if I attempted to find you.” He paused and
touched her cheek with his thumb, as if trying to make sure she was real “I
couldn’t risk your life.”
Her dark eyes widened
in horror. “Who?”
“Let’s not get into
that right now,” he said sadly, wrapping her into his arms again.
The door banged open
and the girl with the braid stood in the entryway, pointing a gun at Adrian.
She was wearing a purple tank top and another long peasant skirt. She must have
retrieved some more of her clothes from the car when she returned to her human
form—along with the gun in her hand.
Adrian pushed Marisa
behind his back and glared at the werewolf before him. I jumped up and rushed
forward, standing next to his sister. Since Eva was a werewolf and she knew
that we were as well, I was guessing that there was silver in that gun. Once
again we were in danger at the hands of another werewolf. Would our lives ever
be normal again?
“Eva! What are you
doing?” Marisa gasped. The shock was clear in her voice.
Eva ignored Marisa and
took a step forward, the gun still pointed at Adrian’s head. Her eyes were
determined. Her brown braid fell over her left shoulder and I noticed her arms
trembled slightly. “Get away from her. These are silver bullets.” Shocking.
“You won’t kill me.”
Adrian’s voice was low, but sure.
Her hands shook. “I
don’t care if you’re my mate. I will protect that girl with my life and you
will not take her from me.”
“Eva, please don’t hurt
him.” Marisa begged, her head peeking around her brother’s shoulder.
“Marisa!” Eva yelled,
staring into Adrian’s eyes. “Come here.” Her voice was hysterical and wild. I
wasn’t as sure as Adrian that the girl wouldn’t pull the trigger. A shiver of
panic shot through my chest.
I grabbed Marisa’s hand
and squeezed. She didn’t know me, but I knew she needed comfort right now.
“I can’t.” Her voice
shook with emotion, torn between two people she loved. “He’s my brother.”
Eva’s face fell, a look
of hurt flashed over her face. “He’s dangerous. You can’t trust him.” Her
previously shaking hands steadied. She was determined to get the girl back.
Marisa’s hand shook in
mine. She glanced at Adrian and then at me, uncertainty clouding her face.
“Don’t listen to her,
Marisa. He loves you. He would never hurt you.” I spoke with both confidence
and concern. She needed to know what I did, that Adrian was kind, funny and
wouldn’t purposefully hurt anyone.
Marisa gazed into my
eyes, as if pleading for my words to be true. When I nodded, her uncertainty
melted away. “I believe her Eva. Adrian would never hurt me.”
“I’m so sorry to have
to tell you this, but…” Eva trailed off as she closed her eyes briefly, as if making
a decision she didn’t want to. “He killed your parents.”
Chapter
Nine
The Truth
“ What ?” Three
voices gasped with the same shocked tone, one of them was me. Eva’s words had
sent a knot of dread straight to my gut. Marisa and I stared at Adrian, while
he gaped, open-mouthed at Eva. His expression could only be described as
horror. While I might have doubted Adrian for a spilt second, the look on his
face told me the truth. He was just as shocked by her accusation as Marisa and
I had been.
Marisa gripped my hand,
her eyes pooling with tears. We were strangers, but for some reason she felt
like I was someone she could trust. And I needed to help her in any way that I
could.
I stepped away from
her, yanking my hand out of her tight grasp
Marisa’s voice was muffled as she mumbled into his shirt, her body still
shaking with emotion.
When I heard them pull
apart I turned back around and took a seat in a faded, brown leather chair in
the corner. I was trying to be as invisible as possible, but still here if I
was needed.
Adrian held her at
arm’s length and frowned. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know where you were and
someone threatened to kill you if I attempted to find you.” He paused and
touched her cheek with his thumb, as if trying to make sure she was real “I
couldn’t risk your life.”
Her dark eyes widened
in horror. “Who?”
“Let’s not get into
that right now,” he said sadly, wrapping her into his arms again.
The door banged open
and the girl with the braid stood in the entryway, pointing a gun at Adrian.
She was wearing a purple tank top and another long peasant skirt. She must have
retrieved some more of her clothes from the car when she returned to her human
form—along with the gun in her hand.
Adrian pushed Marisa
behind his back and glared at the werewolf before him. I jumped up and rushed
forward, standing next to his sister. Since Eva was a werewolf and she knew
that we were as well, I was guessing that there was silver in that gun. Once
again we were in danger at the hands of another werewolf. Would our lives ever
be normal again?
“Eva! What are you
doing?” Marisa gasped. The shock was clear in her voice.
Eva ignored Marisa and
took a step forward, the gun still pointed at Adrian’s head. Her eyes were
determined. Her brown braid fell over her left shoulder and I noticed her arms
trembled slightly. “Get away from her. These are silver bullets.” Shocking.
“You won’t kill me.”
Adrian’s voice was low, but sure.
Her hands shook. “I
don’t care if you’re my mate. I will protect that girl with my life and you
will not take her from me.”
“Eva, please don’t hurt
him.” Marisa begged, her head peeking around her brother’s shoulder.
“Marisa!” Eva yelled,
staring into Adrian’s eyes. “Come here.” Her voice was hysterical and wild. I
wasn’t as sure as Adrian that the girl wouldn’t pull the trigger. A shiver of
panic shot through my chest.
I grabbed Marisa’s hand
and squeezed. She didn’t know me, but I knew she needed comfort right now.
“I can’t.” Her voice
shook with emotion, torn between two people she loved. “He’s my brother.”
Eva’s face fell, a look
of hurt flashed over her face. “He’s dangerous. You can’t trust him.” Her
previously shaking hands steadied. She was determined to get the girl back.
Marisa’s hand shook in
mine. She glanced at Adrian and then at me, uncertainty clouding her face.
“Don’t listen to her,
Marisa. He loves you. He would never hurt you.” I spoke with both confidence
and concern. She needed to know what I did, that Adrian was kind, funny and
wouldn’t purposefully hurt anyone.
Marisa gazed into my
eyes, as if pleading for my words to be true. When I nodded, her uncertainty
melted away. “I believe her Eva. Adrian would never hurt me.”
“I’m so sorry to have
to tell you this, but…” Eva trailed off as she closed her eyes briefly, as if making
a decision she didn’t want to. “He killed your parents.”
Chapter
Nine
The Truth
“ What ?” Three
voices gasped with the same shocked tone, one of them was me. Eva’s words had
sent a knot of dread straight to my gut. Marisa and I stared at Adrian, while
he gaped, open-mouthed at Eva. His expression could only be described as
horror. While I might have doubted Adrian for a spilt second, the look on his
face told me the truth. He was just as shocked by her accusation as Marisa and
I had been.
Marisa gripped my hand,
her eyes pooling with tears. We were strangers, but for some reason she felt
like I was someone she could trust. And I needed to help her in any way that I
could.
I stepped away from
her, yanking my hand out of her tight grasp
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