VAMP RISING (By Moonlight Book 1) (19 page)

              As if compelled by a force much greater than herself, Gwen was suddenly gliding towards him, drinking in the sight of his smoldering lips, muscular body, unkempt hair, and sexy stride, as he came towards her, meeting her halfway. Her lips pressed into his, immediately thrusting into a deep kiss, arms wrapping each other, fully embraced. Their kisses were heated, panicky, starving, but soon they ebbed back, easing apart so that they could connect by gazing into each other’s eyes.

              “I have to have you, Gwen. You’ve known that from the start,” he whispered in a tone so smooth and deep that Gwen found herself melting into his arms, breathing with him, bodies held tightly pressed as though they were one.

              She was about to say she knew, was about to admit she couldn’t live without him, and offer the forgiveness he hadn’t asked for when without warning Brandon’s head jerked back, shoulders stiffening and arms falling limp. It was so abrupt it took her a second to process what was happening. He was convulsing, falling, as he lost all control to an eruption of seizures.

              “Brandon?” She said, distressed as she caught him before he could slam to the floor. She eased him down, tried holding him to fight the quakes that had overtaken his body, but it was clear she couldn’t stop this. “Brandon!”

              He was wincing, unable to speak. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head, their lids turning slack, and suddenly he went rigid, arching back, as a howl, low and harrowing, seeped from his throat.

              As he rode the jilts and jolts that seemed to sting him in intervals like electric shocks, he managed to gasp in air, lock eyes with her, and state, “I didn’t believe them.”

              “What? What didn’t you believe?” She begged, frantic to understand what was happening to him.

              “Take. Me,” he started, each word punching out of his throat as though the seizure was  hell-bent on stopping him from communicating. “To. Elektra.”

              Her mind was racing, trying to grasp the instructions that seemed to contradict her human instinct to rush him to the hospital.
We aren’t human. Doctors can’t save us.
She reminded herself, as she realized he was headed for dire  straits.

             
Was Brandon dying?

              Coming to her senses and thinking fast, Gwen muscled her arms under Brandon’s neck and legs, hoisted him up with a grunt, and started for the elevator then stopped. She turned. The window. She’d never flown in her life, and certainly not from a perch fifty stories high, but she couldn’t waste time doing things the human way.

              In a flash, she was at the window, Brandon in her arms, kicking at the glass that had to be at least three inches thick. These were not the kinds of windows that opened and she would have to break through the glass.

              She delivered her fourth kick and the windowpane cracked. Then with the fifth kick a web of cracks splintered radially, and by the sixth hard slam, sole-to-pane, she shattered the glass that rained down in shards, silent and deadly through the dark night.

              As she leapt from the edge, taking flight, Gwen had one thought in her head:
It was her turn to save Brandon’s life
.

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PRIMAL DARKNESS

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