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chapter 12



It's been a week since our visit to Christian's grandmas and things were finally starting to die down with my dad. He was far from happy to find out Christian had taken me to one of the biggest werewolf communities without his permission and it didn't stop there. He got even angrier when I asked him who my Uncle James was.

Even though I had a lot of questions, my father told me all I needed to know was that he was dangerous and to stay as far away from him as possible.

Christian later told me that James was my dad's half brother and not a pure blood. I guess during the war they had fought on different sides and my father had been the one to give James the scar on his face.

I was sitting alone in the backyard and looking at the hill towards Marcus's and thinking about Nazar and wondering if Marcus being here had anything to do with him, but that would mean Marcus was bad and that just couldn't be. A little annoying sure, but evil? No I didn't think so.

I never had a chance when we were alone to ask what it meant to be a pure blooded vampire or if it was common, but I had a feeling there were only a few and knowing he was one of them, I knew I needed to find out what he was doing here and what he wanted with me.

It was starting to get dark out and the night air became cool and crisp. I closed my eyes and lay down against the cold damp grass.
Not being able to help myself, for the hundredth time this week my thoughts went to the day I had Kissed Christian and replayed the memory in my head.
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FLASH BACK TO THE KISS

At the time all I had wanted was to kiss him. It was a wonderful sweet kiss and the way my hands felt as they tangled in his hair was... amazing. Only one thing kept nagging and tugging in the back of my mind until I could resist it no longer. One person actually and I wasn't exactly a fan. Clarissa. It wasn't out of friendship or even loyalty that I cared, I mean let's face it Clarissa falls into the Stacey category, but it just wasn't right. So against every instinct that my body was telling me I knew I had to end this as fast as I had started it.
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Okay so a few more minutes ticked by, but it wasn't my fault. Every time I pulled away in the slightest he would pull me back in a breath taking kiss and I would become weak and forget why I needed to stop in the first place.

Trying to regain any source of control, I pushed with all my might against his chest until be both pulled away slightly breathless.

"Christian, we have to stop, we can't do this." I said between gasps.
His lips looked swollen and his expression said he didn't want to stop any more than I did.

God I hated her right now, but not as much as I felt I was about too.

"Clarissa, what about Clarissa?" I asked.

He stared at me for a long while and I felt like the whole world had gone silent as I waited for him to say something.

He looked at the ground and bit down on his lower lip nervously.
I knew what that look meant. He obviously loved Clarissa and didn't have the heart to tell me this had been a horrible mistake. Before he had the chance to say something that would really hurt I turned away abruptly and headed back towards the farm house.

"Jessica, wait!" he shouted after me and I could hear his voice getting closer.

I kept up my pace. I might be crushed, but I didn't need his pity.
The next thing I knew he had grabbed my wrist and swung me against his chest at the same time lifting me somewhat off the ground. I could feel his muscles tensing beneath his shirt as I struggled to get out of his iron grasp.

"Let me go!" I growled.

"Jessica, listen for a second." He was laughing. He was actually laughing.
There was nothing funny about this at all!

I gave him a look as sharp as glass

"What is it?" I asked crossly.

I seriously didn't know why I was so angry. I was more hurt than anything else, but this just seemed the easier emotion to deal with.

He waited for me to calm down before he continued and when he did he looked at me intensely. I held his gaze for a moment then swiftly averted my eyes. I never knew what a solitary look could do to me. It made me want every part of Christian and even than it wouldn't be enough. As if he could sense me unease he gently let me out of his grasp and I staggered back a few steps, slightly intoxicated from being so close to him.