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I scowled at him sitting so casually on the ground while I was poised for a fight. He cocked his head at my sour expression.

 

“Why the hostility? If you’ve forgotten I saved your life just a few days ago.” Pearce pointed out. My scowl deepened.

 

“Yes, you did. I’ve been meaning to speak to you about that. Why did you save me?” I challenged. Pearce’s face quirked in confusion, he got to his feet and I tensed, my hand clenching my stake tighter.

 

“Why wouldn’t I save you?” He asked.

 

I searched his face for any hint of a lie, or teasing, but there was only befuddlement. I swallowed, searching for the right words.

 

“I–because you’re a vampire. I would’ve expected you to go for my throat like your sister had.” I said, proud that my voice came out steady even though on the inside I felt weak, like I was about to sink to the ground in a heap. Pearce’s dark gray eyes narrowed in anger.

 

“You think I would kill  you? You think I’d go after you like a savage like my sister had done?” He shook his head. “I’m better than that Kyla, you should know that.” He said.

 

That was when I snapped. I just exploded. I had had enough of this crap. “I don’t know you at all! You’re a freaking vampire! I used to hunt your kind! But after meeting you now–now things are different.” My tone had started out sharp and angry, but now it was strained, weak. Like a child whining about something she didn’t get.

 

“Things are different because I’m different. You’re different from the others. The others I had no trouble killing because I wanted to but with you.” I shook my head as if to shake the thought out, but it was already there and tumbling carelessly from my tongue.

 

“With you everything’s changed. I feel different.” I said quietly. My gaze dropping from his sharp eyes to his tennis shoes.

 

“Is it a good different?” He asked, and by the closeness of his voice I could tell that he was just a few inches away from me.

 

I clenched my jaw, feeling my stomach begin to churn. I looked up, seeing Pearce’s penetrating eyes, so dark, holding secrets that you wished you could touch but were forbidden to. He touched my cheek with the tips of his fingers, I shut my eyes for a moment, inhaling and exhaling slowly. Pearce was so close, he smelled like mint or maybe pine . . .

 

I suddenly felt a light touch on my hips. My eyes snapped open to feel Pearce resting his hands on my hips, slowly bringing me closer. His eyes were approaching, almost hesitant, like if I said no he’d push me away and back off in an instant. I looked up into his eyes, lighter now, and the stake slipped from my hand, falling into the grass. 

Chapter Thirty

Pearce pulled me against him, his hands gently holding my hips in his palms. We were so close, our foreheads were nearly touching. He gave me a soft smile before kissing me, and I didn't stop him.

 

The kiss was gentle and soft, sweet. I pushed myself against him, my breasts crushed against his chest, my hands running through his silky white hair. My lips moved, our mouths opening. I knew I was asking for trouble, but I wanted more. Pearce understood this.

 

His hands slid up my back, and his lips began to move with mine. It was an amazing feeling, fire seemed to be shooting through my veins pleasantly. My blood boiled, and I gasped from the heat. Pearce stopped to let me breathe, but we quickly picked up again.

 

When our tongues began to touch was when we both pulled away, our foreheads resting against each other, both of us breathing heavily. I opened my eyes, seeing Pearce looking at me too. I laughed, my cheeks burning. Pearce grinned brightly. But the moment was gone, and the reality of what I had just done flooded my mind, leaving my head pounding. I swallowed, my smile gone and my lips stretched into a tight line.

 

“Oh God”, I said, stepping back from Pearce. The light seemed to be dawning on his face as well, for he looked just as concerned as I was. “Oh my God, they’re going to kill me.” I whispered, finally sinking to the ground. He looked at me,  concern shining in his eyes.

 

“Who is?” He asked. I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head.

 

“The people of my village. They’re going to kill me for this.” I said, touching my lips gingerly, still tingling from Pearce’s touch.

 

He sighed, pressed a hand to his forehead, messing up his hair that was already tousled thanks to me.

 

“They’re not going to find out.” He said firmly. His tone was so solid and straightforward that for a moment I believed him, but after a second of consideration I shook my head again.

 

“No. They will. News travels fast in my village. I can’t go back there. Oh my God”, I placed my hand over my mouth, speaking through my fingers. “Who’s going to look after mother and Michaela and Liana?” I asked no one, more talking to myself.

 

Pearce got down on his knees, taking one of my hands. “Do not worry, love. They’ll be fine.” He said soothingly.

 

I looked at him, dropping my hand. “How Pearce? How do you know?” I asked, my voice breaking as my eyes filled with tears.

 

Pearce brushed some of my dark hair out of my eyes, his eyes glistening with worry and concern, not because of the situation but me. “I have connections. I’ll send some to keep watch over your family. In the meantime, if you cannot go back to your village, then you’re going to have to come to mine.” He said calmly.

 

My eyes widened. His home? His home in the forest where the other immortals were? A sudden burst of cold fear filled my stomach and rose up in my throat. But I swallowed it, realizing that this was my only choice and the only way to keep my family safe. I looked at Pearce, in his deep fathomless eyes, his handsome face. I couldn’t believe what I was doing or what I had done. If you would’ve told me a month ago I would be running off with a vampire and leaving my family behind because I cared for that vampire I would’ve laughed in your face. Now, I’m trusting a vampire with mine and my family’s lives. 

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Publication Date: 09-12-2013

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To all those vampire lovers out there who wanted something a little different :)

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