Descended by Blood (28 page)
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Authors: Angeline Kace
I reached down to zip my jacket and remembered I wasn’t wearing it.
“Here,” he said, holding it out to me.
“Thanks.” I took it and put it on, fully preparing to just zip it up to cover the damage. No such luck. The zipper wasn’t just broken; it was completely gone, as was a huge chunk of my sleeve, near my wrist. Apparently the she-wolf had gotten closer than I thought with her teeth.
“Crap.” I sighed, long and loud, letting him know exactly how I felt about this idea. “Fine, you can take me home.”
“Let’s go.”
He turned and started walking, slowing his pace to match mine and blocking my view of the girl as we passed by on our way back down the alley. We ended up in the public parking lot. The lot was lit with yellow-bulbed street lights at each corner and in the middle. They were like glaring spotlights compared to the pitch darkness of the alley. My senses kicked into overdrive. Something in me snapped. Maybe I was finally coming out of the shock I’d been in – or maybe I’d hit a new level of “freaking out”. Either way, at the sight of the lights, I froze.
I tried putting one foot in front of the other but it just wouldn’t happen. I was shaking badly now, enough to make my teeth chatter, though I felt weirdly numb and unaffected by the cold. I didn’t even have stupid goose bumps anymore. My heart began pounding, echoing loudly in my ears. Behind that was a rushing sound that made me lightheaded.
“Tara?” I heard Wes calling my name. I hadn’t even noticed him standing there.
“Tara, we need to go. My car’s over here.” His hand closed over my arm and sent me over the edge.
I jumped away, startling both of us, and stared back at him in panicked fear. This was all just too much.
“Tara.” Wes’ voice was low and soothing. “I know you’re scared but I’m not going to hurt you. I’m trying to help you. Let me help you.” He took a step closer.
Some closed off part of my brain was yelling at me, telling me to shake it off and stop acting like a complete lunatic. But I couldn’t seem to calm down.
“I can see that you’re in shock,” Wes said, still edging closer while I fought the urge to bolt. “I can’t afford to take you somewhere to be treated so I’m going to do something for you. I’m going to help you forget – just for now. It should wear off in the morning, and if not, I’ll help you remember. But for right now, it’s better if you just forget for awhile. Okay?”
I didn’t answer. Partly because I was scared if I tried to talk, I’d scream like a banshee, and partly because not a single thing he’d just said made any kind of sense.
Apparently he took my silence as agreement because he nodded and said, “Good, now just relax.” He was using that same patronizing tone, the one meant to be soothing. But he was looking at me like I was some wild animal, ready to bolt. And he kept his distance. “Now just keep your eyes on mine. That’s right. Just focus on me…” He murmured reassurances and somewhere around the third or fourth one, I felt myself being drawn in. I looked down but my body hadn’t moved. It was my mind, something inside me, that seemed to pull closer and closer until I felt like I could reach up and touch him. “Right here, Tara. Just look here, in my eyes. It’s going to be okay.” I looked up and our eyes locked. His held a piercing stare that seemed to stab all the way through me and out the other side.
Then, it all disappeared.
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Acknowledgements are next ;)
There’s a saying that it takes a village to raise a child. Well, this book has been my baby for the past eight months, and a village has helped me raise it.
Heather Hildenbrand: When I started out on this writing journey, the only thing I was sure of was that I would come out the other end with a book. I never thought I would find you in the process. I knew I needed someone along the way to help me create a better book and to be a better writer, and when I put out the call for this special person, you answered. You have been more to me than a critique partner. You have been my mentor and my sounding board, but most of all, my friend. This book wouldn’t be what it is without you. Thank you for your faith in me, teaching me that it’s okay for my dialogue to sound real, and giving me courage when it was hard for me to find it on my own. You’re the Louise to my Thelma.
Jenn Sommersby: You caught my friendship by being one of the funniest people I have ever met, but you held it with your pure heart and brilliant mind. Our late night chats and worrying spirals mean more to me than I could ever express. I can’t imagine my life now without you in it. Thank you for teaching me how to be a better writer, and a better person. You are truly gifted, and I have been blessed to see how the sculptor molds her words. Your touch is prominent among these pages. Oh, yeah, and we’re going to go GLOBAL!
Annie Duckworth: You’ve been one of my best friends ever since the seventh grade. You were there for me at the beginning of this journey and someone that I could go to when I didn’t have anyone else. Thank you for believing in me enough to hear me ramble on about my dream.
Hannah White: You’re my prison buddy in this crazy place we call life. Although distance stands between us, you have never been far away. Thank you for always being there for me and talking me through the rough patches.
K.C. Neal: Revising this story was most definitely the hardest part of this journey. On days when I was almost too petrified to continue, you were there to urge me forward. You said the things that I needed to hear to beat down those walls that I had built before my dream. Nothing bonds two people more than surviving a tough experience. Thank you for having my back as we crawled through the trenches.
Megan Duncan: You were the second writer I met when I jumped into the writing and publishing pool. And you’re still here. Thank you for your support and encouragement when I felt I was floundering.
Matthew Merrick: You have been the biggest surprise to me of all. You started out as my funniest tweeter and ended up giving my book enough polish that it shined as brightly as it does. Your feedback and the detail in which you gave it, means more to me than I can ever express. You are a genius and the ladies reading this book should thank you for helping me make Mirko that much hotter. Thank you. For everything.
Jessica Estep: You run a tight ship in the blogging world, and I am so blessed to have you. Your input into the blogging and marketing world has given me an edge that I don’t think I can ever repay you for. You are one of the nicest, most clever people that I know. Thank you for helping set up the blog tour and answering every question I could ever think of!
Kelly Frew: Thank you for being the Croatian language specialist that I needed.
I know this is getting long (I did say a village), so I’ll cut to my family. Mom, thank you for always believing in me. I have always felt that my dreams were attainable, because you knew I could reach them. Brandon, thank you for trusting me enough to let me run with my dream. And thank you for all the nights you went to bed lonely because I had other people talking in my head. I love you forever, and God truly shined down on me when he sent you to unclog my sink. Brian, Spring, Serena, and Trent; I am the person I am today because of your love and support. I couldn’t ask for better brothers and sisters, or friends. I love you.
Angeline Kace writes young adult paranormal romance. She's a Scorpio living in the Rocky Mountains with her husband and two dogs. She loathed dogs and their “stick everywhere” hair until she fell in love with a pit bull.
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