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scent. I ve never put the two together until last night in the alley. It s the
perfume she wears. Anyway, while I was distracted, Lynette grabbed a
board and was about to smash the cat when I stopped her. That s when
the cat took off. I followed the scent here and found Ashling, bruised and
crying. She confirmed what Lynette said.
Wow. How long has she been doing this?
Not long at all. She told me her mother put the curse on her
sometime after Josh s death. He s only been dead for what, a little over a
year?
Yeah, so what are you going to do now?
Find a way to get that curse reversed.
You may want to wait until after Christophe leaves. Rumors of his
arrival are flying about like crazy.
Blake got up, went to the refrigerator, and stared at its contents. He
grabbed the carton of eggs and the loaf of bread. After he set them on the
counter, he turned and faced Case. I m going after him and do what I can
to end our curse.
Case gave Blake a concerned look. That means you ll have to kill
him.
I know. Blake turned away and started to put bread in the
toaster. He didn t want to burden Case or Ashling with his thoughts or
ideas of Christophe. I m making Ashling some breakfast. You can stick
around if want to.
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Chapter Thirteen
Good afternoon, Miss Scarlett, Mr. de Marco. The door attendant
greeted them as they walked into the lobby of the condominium.
Ashling smiled in return. Hello, Kevin.
The girl at the desk stopped them before they got on the elevator
and handed Blake an envelope. It had his name scrawled across the front.
He could tell Ashling was curious about what was inside. Case was
the sole person he told about his idea of going after Christophe, and that
was a week ago at Ashling s apartment. He had hoped he wouldn t have
to tell her, but it looked as if he didn t have much choice.
Once upstairs, Blake unlocked the door and held it for Ashling. He
followed her in and looked around. There was evidence of her feminine
touch everywhere. She had spent the week with him so she would be safe,
but it looked more like she had lived there all along. A photo of her and
Josh sat on the mantle, her sweater was thrown over a chair, flowers
bloomed in a vase on the dining room table, and the kitchen was well
stocked so unlike his bachelor ways. Her panties and lingerie dripped a
pathway through the bedroom, her shampoo sat in the shower, and that
weed whacker she called a razor was near the sink. There were other
things as well.
He felt better with her there. He didn t worry about her when he
was at work, since Case was close by.
He had formed a tentative plan about Christophe, and one of the
aspects was to marry Ashling before his encounter. That way, if anything
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happened to him, she would be taken care of.
Blake sighed heavily and stood at the wall of windows that gave
him a view of the city, the letter burning in his hand. He ripped the flap
open, took out the letter, and read it.
What does it say, or am I not supposed to know? Ashling s voice
startled him. He hadn t heard her walk into the room. It s from
Christophe, isn t it?
He gave her a surprised look. Why would you say that?
The afternoon you and Case were playing pool, he mentioned
Christophe may be coming. It was the day we had barbecued ribs and
coleslaw. You told me about Christophe, your first taste of blood, and
your decision to eat raw meat. I also know you are in all likelihood
planning to go after him.
What makes you say that?
I know you. I know you hate him for what he has done. Please,
Blake, don t keep me in the dark. Maybe I can help in some way.
Blake closed his eyes for a moment, reluctant to tell her. He had no
time to do some of the things he had wanted to, to make sure she would
always be safe. He wants to meet today, in about an hour at the park
near the river.
Ashling s voice sounded small when she asked, So soon?
Yes, I m afraid so. He never likes to meet here, too much of a
reminder of the lives he s destroyed.
Ashling thought for a moment. I have something to help you. She
walked into the bedroom, Blake not far behind her. She pulled one of her
large suitcases out of the closet and opened up a secret compartment. In it
was a black velvety bag. Ashling lifted it out and went over to the bed.
After she pulled the cords apart, she carefully removed a slender bladed
dagger with a carved wooden handle.
She held it up for him to look at. It s silver plated from tip to tip.
The blade runs through the handle, which is held on by these silver plated
screws.
Blake took the weapon in his hand and examined it closer. How is
this going to help? It s pretty small.
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Like I said, it s silver plated. A person can kill a werewolf with
silver. You ll have to make sure you stab him in the heart though. The
blade has to penetrate the heart to kill him and reverse the curse on you.
He looked deep into her eyes. What if I don t make it back?
Tears welled up in her eyes, her voice soft and barely audible. You
will.
* * * * *
She pulled open the bedroom door before he had the chance. She
stood before him in a black leather corset and thigh high boots, a smile
spread across her face and the desire growing in her eyes.
Case was about to throw her over his shoulder, carry her to the
bed, and have his way with her when his thoughts were rudely
interrupted by a loud persistent knock on his front door. He decided to
ignore it, but the knock turned into a pounding that reverberated down
his spine and was beginning to mess with his hard on. He groaned in
frustration, as the pounding on the door seemed to shake the walls. Stay
right there. Don t you move, he said to the leather clad beauty.
He yanked open the front door and saw Jimmy in the hall, a
worried look on his face. What the hell do you want?
Casey, the rumors about Christophe are untrue. They were lies
spread by Lynette. She s trying to set up a trap or something for Blake. I
went up to his place but no one answered.
Wait here. Case went back inside and grabbed his keys. He told
the leather clad lovely there was some trouble, and he would be back as
soon as he could.
He closed the door behind him and motioned for Jimmy to follow
him up the stairs. Blake said he had something to take care of this
afternoon.
They reached Blake s door, and Case pounded on it. Ashling
should be here. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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scent. I ve never put the two together until last night in the alley. It s the
perfume she wears. Anyway, while I was distracted, Lynette grabbed a
board and was about to smash the cat when I stopped her. That s when
the cat took off. I followed the scent here and found Ashling, bruised and
crying. She confirmed what Lynette said.
Wow. How long has she been doing this?
Not long at all. She told me her mother put the curse on her
sometime after Josh s death. He s only been dead for what, a little over a
year?
Yeah, so what are you going to do now?
Find a way to get that curse reversed.
You may want to wait until after Christophe leaves. Rumors of his
arrival are flying about like crazy.
Blake got up, went to the refrigerator, and stared at its contents. He
grabbed the carton of eggs and the loaf of bread. After he set them on the
counter, he turned and faced Case. I m going after him and do what I can
to end our curse.
Case gave Blake a concerned look. That means you ll have to kill
him.
I know. Blake turned away and started to put bread in the
toaster. He didn t want to burden Case or Ashling with his thoughts or
ideas of Christophe. I m making Ashling some breakfast. You can stick
around if want to.
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Chapter Thirteen
Good afternoon, Miss Scarlett, Mr. de Marco. The door attendant
greeted them as they walked into the lobby of the condominium.
Ashling smiled in return. Hello, Kevin.
The girl at the desk stopped them before they got on the elevator
and handed Blake an envelope. It had his name scrawled across the front.
He could tell Ashling was curious about what was inside. Case was
the sole person he told about his idea of going after Christophe, and that
was a week ago at Ashling s apartment. He had hoped he wouldn t have
to tell her, but it looked as if he didn t have much choice.
Once upstairs, Blake unlocked the door and held it for Ashling. He
followed her in and looked around. There was evidence of her feminine
touch everywhere. She had spent the week with him so she would be safe,
but it looked more like she had lived there all along. A photo of her and
Josh sat on the mantle, her sweater was thrown over a chair, flowers
bloomed in a vase on the dining room table, and the kitchen was well
stocked so unlike his bachelor ways. Her panties and lingerie dripped a
pathway through the bedroom, her shampoo sat in the shower, and that
weed whacker she called a razor was near the sink. There were other
things as well.
He felt better with her there. He didn t worry about her when he
was at work, since Case was close by.
He had formed a tentative plan about Christophe, and one of the
aspects was to marry Ashling before his encounter. That way, if anything
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happened to him, she would be taken care of.
Blake sighed heavily and stood at the wall of windows that gave
him a view of the city, the letter burning in his hand. He ripped the flap
open, took out the letter, and read it.
What does it say, or am I not supposed to know? Ashling s voice
startled him. He hadn t heard her walk into the room. It s from
Christophe, isn t it?
He gave her a surprised look. Why would you say that?
The afternoon you and Case were playing pool, he mentioned
Christophe may be coming. It was the day we had barbecued ribs and
coleslaw. You told me about Christophe, your first taste of blood, and
your decision to eat raw meat. I also know you are in all likelihood
planning to go after him.
What makes you say that?
I know you. I know you hate him for what he has done. Please,
Blake, don t keep me in the dark. Maybe I can help in some way.
Blake closed his eyes for a moment, reluctant to tell her. He had no
time to do some of the things he had wanted to, to make sure she would
always be safe. He wants to meet today, in about an hour at the park
near the river.
Ashling s voice sounded small when she asked, So soon?
Yes, I m afraid so. He never likes to meet here, too much of a
reminder of the lives he s destroyed.
Ashling thought for a moment. I have something to help you. She
walked into the bedroom, Blake not far behind her. She pulled one of her
large suitcases out of the closet and opened up a secret compartment. In it
was a black velvety bag. Ashling lifted it out and went over to the bed.
After she pulled the cords apart, she carefully removed a slender bladed
dagger with a carved wooden handle.
She held it up for him to look at. It s silver plated from tip to tip.
The blade runs through the handle, which is held on by these silver plated
screws.
Blake took the weapon in his hand and examined it closer. How is
this going to help? It s pretty small.
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Scarlett s Wolf by C.L. Casey
Like I said, it s silver plated. A person can kill a werewolf with
silver. You ll have to make sure you stab him in the heart though. The
blade has to penetrate the heart to kill him and reverse the curse on you.
He looked deep into her eyes. What if I don t make it back?
Tears welled up in her eyes, her voice soft and barely audible. You
will.
* * * * *
She pulled open the bedroom door before he had the chance. She
stood before him in a black leather corset and thigh high boots, a smile
spread across her face and the desire growing in her eyes.
Case was about to throw her over his shoulder, carry her to the
bed, and have his way with her when his thoughts were rudely
interrupted by a loud persistent knock on his front door. He decided to
ignore it, but the knock turned into a pounding that reverberated down
his spine and was beginning to mess with his hard on. He groaned in
frustration, as the pounding on the door seemed to shake the walls. Stay
right there. Don t you move, he said to the leather clad beauty.
He yanked open the front door and saw Jimmy in the hall, a
worried look on his face. What the hell do you want?
Casey, the rumors about Christophe are untrue. They were lies
spread by Lynette. She s trying to set up a trap or something for Blake. I
went up to his place but no one answered.
Wait here. Case went back inside and grabbed his keys. He told
the leather clad lovely there was some trouble, and he would be back as
soon as he could.
He closed the door behind him and motioned for Jimmy to follow
him up the stairs. Blake said he had something to take care of this
afternoon.
They reached Blake s door, and Case pounded on it. Ashling
should be here. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]