Sweet Revenge Of The Stolen Heiress

the damp air. It connected with Clar

e cold dirt floor of the basement. The ro

His voice bounced off the concrete walls, loud and grating.

on her lower lip. She bit until the warm, metallic taste of blood filled he

came do

ribs. Clare's lungs seized. She opened her mouth to gasp, but no air came in. Her chest burn

was shutting down. Her heart stuttered against her ribs. It be

een heartbeats, th

ked in her own blood. Then, the scene shifted violently. She saw a man and a woman-Silas and Genevieve Barrett. Her real parents. They were on their knees in a massive, s

urn into cold, ruthless strangers. She watched them destroy them

s a physical weight, crushing her chest

e world

drop of blood falling from her chin stopped mid-

basement. He was made of pale, soft

did not come from his mouth. It echoed directly inside her skull.

ith a thousand thoughts. She stared at the glowing man,

nued. He stepped closer. The air around him smelled like ozone and fresh rain. "Y

in her mind. Her fingers twitched. She didn't want to die he

ruised hand. She grabbed The

tring of words that soun

ack. The bleeding stopped instantly, and the deepest pain subsided, replaced by a warm, healing energy that began to mend her from the inside out. The deepest lacerations closed

napped back

f blood hi

is head. He gritted his yellow tee

lickered. It buzzed loudly, popping with blue sp

ft his mouth. He froze. His arm, holding th

down at

id not bite her lip anymore.

ally a dull brown, now glowed with

but his legs refused to move. His muscles locked up completely. His heart hammered wil

uth was completely dry. He stumbled backward, his boot catching the e

r in her blood. She looked at this large, violent man, and f

ky vanished. Thick, black clouds rolled in instantly. A