Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“W-What are you?” My voice was nothing but a strangled sound. And as I spoke the words, he slowed before stopping. He was only a foot from me, his body so massive it took up my entire view. And the longer I stared at him, the more I felt my eyes widen as his body grew right in front of me.
He looked like he was barely hanging onto his control, as if he couldn’t help himself.
I took note of his hands curling and relaxing against the sides, his nails… claws. Over and over, he made a fist and relaxed. And then his smile was slow, and a choked gasp left me at the sight of his fangs.
Fucking fangs. What the hell?
Oh God.
“What are you?” I asked again but didn’t know if I was asking him or myself.
His grin stayed in place as he growled… yes, growled, like some wild animal. “What am I?” He took another step forward, and despite my fear, despite the terrifying suffocation that claimed me, there was something potent about the way he smelled, something that had my heart racing for another reason.
I’m losing my mind. I’m dreaming. Or maybe I died.
“I’m yer mate, and I’m never letting ye go.” His eyes flashed brighter with that inhuman glow, his expression sobering and turning intense and… possessive. “No one will ever take ye from me.”
It was the sound of something jangling that had consciousness slowly seeping back into me, and once that settled, the next thing I realized was my ankle hurt like a bitch.
The pain spread up my calf and to my thigh, this low throb and sharp ache that had me groaning.
I tried to open my eyes, but they felt too heavy, grainy, like thick slabs of cement lining the top of them, refusing to let me open them. It weighed them down.
I wanted to look around, this darkness suffocating and causing panic rise in me swiftly. Yet it wasn’t just my eyes that felt heavy, but my entire body. I pulled at my arms and heard that jangling sound again and this time forced the heavy weight off my eyes and opened them.
The first thing I noticed was that I was on a bed, and when I tried to shift atop it, I smelled musk and age. There was a pillow behind me, my back propped up on what I assumed was the headboard.
The room was dark except for a few candles that were lit and sitting on each small table beside the bed. But the light barely penetrated whatever room I was in.
My focus went to the window, a set of curtains only pulled open enough that a small section of glass and outside could be seen. It was still night, the silvery blue moonlight coming through.
It’s night... but what night? How long was I out?
I blinked a few times to clear my vision, to let my eyes adjust to the darkness, and took note of my surroundings. But when I went to put my hands on the mattress to adjust my body, that jingling noise happened again. I tugged on my wrists only to find them secured to something.
I tipped my head back and looked at my hands, confusion settling in me for just a moment as I took in and really comprehended what I was seeing. Handcuffs were on both of my wrists and secured to the metal bars of the headboard. Experimentally tugging again only showed that, yeah, I was good and fucked.
I hissed out when the metal dug into my skin, and when I went to push my feet against the mattress to get some leverage, searing pain lashed up my leg.
I tried to remember what happened, but my mind was foggy, the events leading up to me waking up right now muddled. I looked down the length of my body at the leg that hurt, seeing it wrapped in what looked like splints on either side of my ankle.
There was a creaking sound in the next room, and I snapped my head up, my heart racing. I curled my fingers around the iron bars and pulled myself back a little, sitting up more fully. Thank God I was still fully clothed, but my situation was looking like it was straight out of one of those psychological thrillers with the girl getting kidnapped and chained to a bed by a psycho.
I held my breath as I waited and listened. But then I felt my eyes widen to the point of pain as I saw the huge shadow of what clearly was a man standing just outside this room. I started to hyperventilate as I took in his sheer size, and even though I couldn’t see much but his outline thanks to the shadows, it was very clear he was monstrous.