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She froze with the appearance of yet another male. Her eyes were streaked with the tears that had gushed out as she’d struggled but she hadn’t felt them until she’d been held immobile by a kiss to her throat. She knew that he could feel her skin quiver with a heartbeat. She knew that was something the bastard holding her would never feel in his own chest again. She felt pity for them. But not more than she was feeling for herself. The tears were drying on her cheeks, making her skin feel stretched and plastic like. She thought it was hopeless. She’d watched the news enough to know that young girls in alley at night never fared well. She was a snotty, shivering, crying mess by the time she realized the third male had a gun. So she was going to be on the 11 o’clock news as a gunshot victim and the police would never let the media get wind that it had really been the doing of vampires. Lyla hesitated as her eyes focused on the grudged face of the male at the gaping mouth of the alley. The garbage cans looked like jagged teeth from her perspective but she knew his stance wasn’t one of a cruel hearted killer. It was almost too overwhelming to hope that he would rescue her. But sure enough, the vampires were on the defense and she had lost all control of the situation. She screamed out to the male but wasn’t sure why. He’d already taken the first step in helping her, hadn’t he? What more could he do at that point? “PLEASE, help me! They’re going to kill …” It was the illogical screams of fear. But they were silenced by Zeth’s cold grip over her mouth. She knew that biting him would do no good despite what her animal instinct was telling her. Think with your human brain, Lyla. Not you’re animal body. Her right foot fell loose from her sandal as she tried to push against Zeth again. Maybe her rescuer could serve as enough of a distraction for her to shift into fox form and dart for the subway. But something held her in human form and she reckoned it was the fate of the heroic male. She wasn’t going to leave her rescuer here alone. She felt a renewed tear trickle down her angular face. | |