Immortal Wounds: Book #1 in the Immortal Wounds Vampire Series-Paranormal Romance/Vampire Romance/Romantic Fantasy (38 page)

“What’s your name, Sir?”

“Arthur, Miss.” He met my eyes in the mirror. He looked suddenly taken aback. He shook his head. “Some trick the light is playing tonight; must be the nerves.” He laughed nervously; his eyes periodically glanced back to the mirror.

I suddenly felt self-conscious. Marcus had commented once that my eyes turned yellow. But that was only in the dark; and on a full moon. No one else besides him had seen that.

I knew my eyes must look strange to Arthur. I wondered if they even scared him. I glanced out the window again. I realized Arthur’s chance of survival lay solely on me. “Perhaps you should pull over, Arthur.”

“Oh no Miss. This is a long stretch of road. People are said to go missing from time to time along this very stretch. I wouldn’t be human if I let you out here.”

The gold band on his finger caught my eye.

“I’m assuming you want to remain that way?” My words came out darker than I’d intended.

There was a long pause of silence. I could see Arthur gripping the steering wheel so tightly; if he had the strength, he would have snapped it in two.

“Miss?” his voice cracked.

I tossed some cash onto the front seat. “Thank you, Arthur. This will be just fine.”

The car slowed to a stop. I gripped my bag tightly and opened the door.

“Are you sure, Miss?” I could hear the fear in his voice.

“I’ll be fine, Arthur. But unless you leave now, I can’t promise you the same.” I shut the car door and stepped off the road. I watched the red tail lights fade into the blackness before I turned to face my pursuer. I took in a deep breath, my eyes searching for any sign of movement.

“I know you’re out there, Damen,” I called out into the darkness.

His yellow eyes opened, not five feet from me—I jumped, clutching my heart!

A low growl came from behind his teeth.

“I was leaving.” I answered him, surprised. He was talking to me. I understood every word.

“Marcus asked me to go. It’s just like you said, he doesn’t want me anymore.” I tried to make my voice hard and unfeeling, but I faltered. My heart was breaking inside with the harsh words that came from my mouth. The pain was almost unbearable.

I stared into Damen’s yellow eyes. They seemed softer now. The thick fur on his face blew lightly in the breeze. It was still hard to see him with much detail. If only the moon was a little brighter . . .

“No. I won’t come with you.” I answered his question. “Damen, you need to let me go. I don’t belong in your world . . . not anymore.”

He turned his body as if to leave. A strong gust of wind hit me from behind, sending a shiver right through me.

He spun around . . . his lips peeled back exposing his teeth, his nose eagerly sniffing the air.

“Damen?” I took a step back.

He crouched, snarling viciously.

“What are you—” I was hit from behind, my body flipping through the air like a gymnast. Marcus set me down gently a good thirty feet away. He’d already closed the gap between Damen and me.

I watched in horror as their shadows collided in the darkness. Vicious snarling and hissing pierced the night. I covered my ears, trying to drown out the noise. And then I did what I never thought I’d do—I ran.

I made my way to the road, stumbling several times along the way. I could still hear them fighting behind me. The distance and my frantic breathing had become so loud now; it nearly drowned them out. My legs were moving faster than my body could go. I couldn’t see anything in front of me. A thick fog had appeared almost instantaneously, shrouding my vision. It lingered low, concealing my feet and the path ahead. I tripped over the pavement, the road taking my skin as I moved across it—sliding like I was stealing home base.

I lay there, crying, unable to move. The pain in my side was back with a vengeance, rendering me breathless.

“Phoebe!” Marcus shouted as he ran toward me. “Darling are you alright?”

I couldn’t believe it was really him. It felt like it had been forever since I’d seen him. He put his arms under me and lifted me up. “What have you done to yourself now?” His voice was calm. Not what I’d expected.

“Where’s Damen?”

“He’s gone; for now.” I could still feel Marcus’s chest heaving in and out.

“Did he hurt you?”

“Hardly,” Marcus scoffed.

I leaned my head against him, taking in his sweet smell, the tears subsiding a little. “How did you know where to find me?” I asked as I closed my eyes for a moment trying to ignore my new wounds.

“Richard said you were hurt, and that you’d gone.” He held me closer.

“So that’s why Richard practically ran out of my room.” Traitor!

“What happened?” Marcus asked flatly, his voice a little harder now. He began walking back up the road with me.

I decided to evade his question. “Damen attacked the cab. I asked the driver to pull over and let me out . . . I didn’t want him to get hurt.”

Marcus stopped mid-step. Even in the dark I could see the look of disbelief on his face. He closed his eyes for a moment, my guess, trying to compose himself. “That’s not what I meant,” his tone was a little sharper now as he walked on. “What happened this afternoon?”

Of course that’s what he was referring to. I knew that. I just didn’t want to discuss it. No doubt Richard had him already worked up into a frenzy. He hadn’t wanted me to sword fight for this very reason. “It’s nothing,” I finally answered. “I avoided Raymose’s sword by doing an unexpected back flip.” I winced as another stabbing sensation moved through me. I still couldn’t believe I’d done that. It had to be a werewolf thing.

I could feel the tension in Marcus's arms. He said nothing as he carried me through the night, taking the fastest and least bumpy path—we flew! I was back in my room lying comfortably on my bed before I knew it.

“You’re sure you’re alright?” he asked after a few minutes.

“Yes, it’s just a few scrapes.” I lied, trying to keep my voice as even as I could.

“Your arms tell a different story.”

I looked at my arms and hands, turning them slightly. I must have left half my skin on the road. They were scraped and full of rocks. “I’ll clean them later.” I looked away from him. I felt a crying spree about to begin. Being in our room together brought back the harsh words we’d said before he’d left. I couldn’t look at him.

“So, why did you come home?” I asked.

“I told you. Richard said you were hurt, and that you were leaving.”

“And?” I prompted, my tone bordering surly.

“And what?”

“And why would that make you want to return? You knew I was going to leave. Why come back now?” I was irritated, and I didn’t bother hiding it.

“Phoebe, I’ve missed you.”

I snorted. “You never said goodbye. You never even called me.
Not once
!  How can you say you missed me?”

He said nothing.

I turned toward him. My eyes were blurred from the tears that pooled in them. “You shouldn’t have come back Marcus. You should have just let me leave.” I sat up, forcing myself to stand.

“Phoebe, please lay down.” His voice was anxious.

“I have to go. My plane leaves in the morning. I’ll stay in a hotel tonight.”

“Phoebe it’s not safe!”

“Damen wasn’t going to hurt me!” I insisted. “He was going to let me go. I know it.” If he hadn’t smelled Marcus behind me, I’d be on my way to the airport right now. “Damn! Where’s my suitcase?” I looked around the floor.

“I’ll have Richard retrieve it in the morning. And you’re mistaken if you think Damen would have let you go.”

I gave Marcus an exasperated look. We would never see eye-to-eye on this. “All the more reason for me to leave,” I argued. “I—” I looked at myself. My pants were torn. “I don’t have any clean clothes.” I wasn’t going anywhere.

Marcus took my hand, claiming my attention. “I don’t want you to go. I never did,” he admitted earnestly. “I just thought that if you were far away from here, from me, you wouldn’t get hurt. I stayed away, hoping you’d leave, but it tore a hole in me to think you wouldn’t be here. The only comfort I had was knowing you’d be safe. I love you, Phoebe!”

He loved me? He was just trying to keep me safe? I closed my eyes and sighed. God I was such an idiot!

“Marcus I . . .” I don’t know what I would have said. He crushed his lips against mine, and all thought slipped away . . .

His hands were on my waist, maneuvering me toward the bed. I felt the back of my knees hit the mattress. He fell with me, his body landing on top of mine, my breath catching under his weight.

“Darling I’ve missed you.” His lips kissed mine, again and again while his fingers busily unbuttoned my shirt.

I gripped his face, holding him closer to me. Tears leaked out my eyes. I’d almost left this man. I should have known he’d never stop loving me. I would have left without telling him—I froze.

“Phoebe what is it?” Marcus was leaning over me, his face full of concern. “You’re crying.”

“I . . .” I pulled my shirt closed and pushed myself up to sit. My eyes wandered the room. I was scared to tell him. I wasn’t sure how he was going to react.

“Phoebe?” His hand reached out and held my chin. “What is it?”

I bit my lip, wondering where to begin. I’d have to come clean. There was no way around it. This was not my secret to keep. I was wrong to run away. As mad as Marcus had made me, I couldn’t keep this from him—like the other Phoebe did. It would kill him . . . and I could never do that. “Maybe you should stand over there.” I pointed to the furthest corner in the room.

Marcus gave me a quizzical look before he looked to where I’d pointed and then back to me.

“Ok, you stay here, and I’ll go
way
over there,” I said, getting to my feet in the hopes of making a quick get-away if need be.

“What have you done?” His tone was disapproving.

I sunk back down on the bed. “Well it wasn’t intentional . . . and it’s not entirely my fault!” I added sharply.

Marcus frowned. I could see that his patience was wearing thin.

“Marcus. You came back because you love me right? You love
me
, and you want to be with me . . . forever?” I needed him to say it.

“Yes.” He looked bewildered.

“And you’ll always love me?”