Paige went to Romania looking for inspiration for a book. She found herself caught in a horror story. Attacked and left for dead by a vampire, Paige finds herself at the mercy of Kata, a beautiful, enigmatic werewolf. Their attraction is instant, but Paige's fate hangs in the balance. She may yet be turned into a vampire herself. Soon it's clear to Paige that the only way to save herself may be to return to the woman who attacked her...even if it means placing both herself and Kata in the greatest danger.
Paige cleared her throat, gesturing at the rushing water. “When you
said bath, I thought you meant, you know, a bath?”
Kata chuckled. “We are a little primitive,” she said, setting the
clothes she'd brought along on the grass. “But the water is clean
and warm enough.”
Paige eyed the brook dubiously, then combed her
fingers through her ragged hair. She’d been on enough camping
holidays as a kid to be fine with outdoor bathing, and God knew she
was craving cleanliness after last night, but she wished the twins
weren’t already in there. Alina’s cold welcome made the brook
feel … well, unsafe. No swimming with
the werewolves had to be top of the
Hoia’s do-not-do list.
Well, maybe it was just below no
necking with the vampires.
Smirking at herself, Paige shrugged and started stripping off. She
didn’t think she was imagining Kata’s gaze on her as she did, and
when she turned to toss her t-shirt aside, she indeed locked eyes
with the other woman. Kata’s expression was darkly hungry, and as
Paige unfastened her bra, she found herself blushing furiously,
wondering what Kata made of her bare skin.
Or not so bare. Paige had her first tattoo at fifteen and had added
one every year since. At twenty-six, she was running out of room.
From the Shakespeare quote on her ribs to the tree of life on her
back to the ring of cats around her right ankle, she was a living
canvas. Past girlfriends had traced the lines of those tattoos with
their fingers and lips over and over, and still Paige had never
experienced anything that touched her the same way Kata’s stare
did.
Lowering herself into the water, which was not at all warm, Paige
wondered if Kata would join her, then decided she'd rather she
didn't. Not with Lidia and Alina watching, and not with so much
fucked-up shit in the past twenty-four hours. She'd let lust do the
talking last night, and look where it landed her. Kata had been kind
and she was achingly attractive, but she was a werewolf, for fuck's
sake. Paige's rule was to try anything once, but maybe it was time to
draw a line somewhere.
Hoping to douse the fires Kata sparked in her, she
ducked under the water with a shriek. The cold was invigorating,
stinging her skin pleasantly. The bite wound throbbed when the water
hit it, but that felt good too, in a way. A reminder that she'd
survived. She swam out to the center of the brook, conscious of three
pairs of inhuman eyes on her, and wondered for the first time what
happened next.
If this was one of those crappy movies she watched with Ben, she'd
turn into a vampire.
The intrusive thought blindsided her, and she
floundered, swallowing a mouthful of water. Choking, she found
herself underwater and unable to catch her breath. The sudden
darkness utterly disorientated her. She panicked, flailing in the
water and losing control of her limbs. Gavrila's beautiful face
flashed into her mind's eye and she was back in the woods, lost in
the dark, running from death…
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