arched a brow, and quirked his lips. “Yeah, she is,” he said, pushing himself out of the chair and standing. He glanced at Megan and said, “Meg, can you start looking into it? See if you can find a spell that will bounce the pain back.”
“Yeah, sure, but where are you going?” Megan asked. She wiggled her shoulder, the one that Eric clasped with a pinching looking grip, and shot Eric a look, but he didn’t let go.
“I need to know what the water spirit wanted,” he said. “Eric, that hand’s a bit tight, don’t you think?”
Eric glanced from Mitchell’s tight glare to his hand. He grunted what Mitchell thought was some sort of an apology, and let go, slinging his arm over her shoulder instead.
Mitchell exchanged a thoughtful look with Luke. The anxiety that gripped at his chest felt foreign and wrong. He huffed in frustration and mouthed, Watch them, before spinning on his heels and going after Amelia.
CHAPTER 14
There were very few things in life that Amelia was sure of. She could count each one of them on one hand. But right then, those few things felt unstable. Yesterday she would have said that Mitchell would always be with her, and Eric would always be her best friend, and Willowberg would always be her home, but now she wasn’t so sure.
All she could think about was forcing Mitchell to do what she wanted. She could force him. She could take away his independence and his freewill with a single bite, just like he had done to her and that was exactly what she wanted to do. She wanted to stop him and his stupid ideas about fixing the stupid bond. Why couldn’t he just let her handle it? It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been trying. And really, she was close to the solution. She could see what needed to be done, and she was pretty sure she knew how to accomplish it. She just wanted to be certain before she tried. Too many people were at stake to risk accidentally ruining the bond again.
Amelia pushed the door open to her bedroom, her mind wandering back to the water spirit. She found herself wondering if today counted as one of the three days. Probably. If she only knew what happened in three days …
The red haze thickened around her. She needed to cool down. She couldn’t think like this. Couldn’t think with Mitchell so close, but yet, still so far away. Her gums throbbed, and her throat fel t so dry. Right then, Amelia wanted nothing more than to taste him, and cool the hunger that burned through her body like wild vines of fire.
Amelia pushed open the French doors. Her eyes landed on the large pear-shaped pool in the backyard and she stepped onto the terrace. The hot, humid air hit her as if she had walked into a wall, but she pushed through it. She needed to get away from him, cool down before she did something rash.
It was pointless; Amelia knew that. To save Mitchell they needed the bond, but her fear ... it was consuming her, closing in around her and threatening to bury her under its weight. She understood what he was doing, keeping just enough distance that she would struggle with her power. Proving to her that he was right. That she needed him. But how could she give into a need that would surely cause him pain? Amelia was sure that he would force the pain. Mitchell didn’t give up. And right now, he was looking for a solution to stop the pain of the bond. She knew if he had the chance, he’d use himself as the test subject.
She stripped down to her bra and underwear, jogged over to the pool, and dove in. The cool water sloshed around her, cooling her skin only slightly. The crimson glow from her power w ove through the water, spreading throughout the pool, and in seconds, it looked as if she was floating in watery blood. Every vampire’s dream, she thought bitterly.
Amelia couldn’t say how long she floated on her back when she sensed Mitchell coming. It was an odd feeling, one
“Yeah, sure, but where are you going?” Megan asked. She wiggled her shoulder, the one that Eric clasped with a pinching looking grip, and shot Eric a look, but he didn’t let go.
“I need to know what the water spirit wanted,” he said. “Eric, that hand’s a bit tight, don’t you think?”
Eric glanced from Mitchell’s tight glare to his hand. He grunted what Mitchell thought was some sort of an apology, and let go, slinging his arm over her shoulder instead.
Mitchell exchanged a thoughtful look with Luke. The anxiety that gripped at his chest felt foreign and wrong. He huffed in frustration and mouthed, Watch them, before spinning on his heels and going after Amelia.
CHAPTER 14
There were very few things in life that Amelia was sure of. She could count each one of them on one hand. But right then, those few things felt unstable. Yesterday she would have said that Mitchell would always be with her, and Eric would always be her best friend, and Willowberg would always be her home, but now she wasn’t so sure.
All she could think about was forcing Mitchell to do what she wanted. She could force him. She could take away his independence and his freewill with a single bite, just like he had done to her and that was exactly what she wanted to do. She wanted to stop him and his stupid ideas about fixing the stupid bond. Why couldn’t he just let her handle it? It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been trying. And really, she was close to the solution. She could see what needed to be done, and she was pretty sure she knew how to accomplish it. She just wanted to be certain before she tried. Too many people were at stake to risk accidentally ruining the bond again.
Amelia pushed the door open to her bedroom, her mind wandering back to the water spirit. She found herself wondering if today counted as one of the three days. Probably. If she only knew what happened in three days …
The red haze thickened around her. She needed to cool down. She couldn’t think like this. Couldn’t think with Mitchell so close, but yet, still so far away. Her gums throbbed, and her throat fel t so dry. Right then, Amelia wanted nothing more than to taste him, and cool the hunger that burned through her body like wild vines of fire.
Amelia pushed open the French doors. Her eyes landed on the large pear-shaped pool in the backyard and she stepped onto the terrace. The hot, humid air hit her as if she had walked into a wall, but she pushed through it. She needed to get away from him, cool down before she did something rash.
It was pointless; Amelia knew that. To save Mitchell they needed the bond, but her fear ... it was consuming her, closing in around her and threatening to bury her under its weight. She understood what he was doing, keeping just enough distance that she would struggle with her power. Proving to her that he was right. That she needed him. But how could she give into a need that would surely cause him pain? Amelia was sure that he would force the pain. Mitchell didn’t give up. And right now, he was looking for a solution to stop the pain of the bond. She knew if he had the chance, he’d use himself as the test subject.
She stripped down to her bra and underwear, jogged over to the pool, and dove in. The cool water sloshed around her, cooling her skin only slightly. The crimson glow from her power w ove through the water, spreading throughout the pool, and in seconds, it looked as if she was floating in watery blood. Every vampire’s dream, she thought bitterly.
Amelia couldn’t say how long she floated on her back when she sensed Mitchell coming. It was an odd feeling, one
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