*** This is book two in a series. YOU MUST READ The Prophecy first***
Ariella's life had changed drastically in the last month. Each day seemed to bring a new devastating truth to light. After the events of the last month she's started to change. Th...
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The water in the sink runs pink while I wash the blood from my hands and arms in Lucien's basement bathroom. Dante leans against the doorframe, watching my every move.
"Ben's body will be transported back to North Carolina since that's his home. We'll have his funeral there in a few days," he says, and I nod along numbly, still trying to wrap my mind around the reality that he's gone.
"How did you guys explain the situation to the cops?" I ask, only mildly curious.
"We didn't have to. Apparently, the local sheriff is part of the pack," he says.
"Well, that's convenient."
"We need to get out of this town as soon as possible. It's only a matter of time before the rest of the Lockton family figures out that this is where Jacob came. Once they realize he's missing, they will come looking," he says worriedly.
A small dark part of me wants to stay, and wait for them to come. I know I can't take them on all at once though. A war is coming. One bigger than the little battles I've fought before, and if I want to win, being reckless isn't the way to do it. The best bet is to pick them off one by one.
That's what they've been doing to my family for centuries after all. It seems fitting.
"The whole group can come with us. I don't really care, but I want you out of this town. Like now," he continues. I nod, squeezing past him to walk back into my bedroom.
"What I want to know, is why you have a vision about a Lockton one day, and then a few days later a different Lockton shows up. It would have made sense if it was the same one, but it wasn't. So, what was the vision about?" He asks curiously, picking up the sketchbook to study the drawing again.
Reaching out to take it from him, I pause when my eyes fall to the face once again.
I'm not in my room anymore. I'm in a dark room, and a muscled chest covered in dark hair hovers over my face. His arms cage me in, and he lets out a loud groan. Without my permission, my hands raise to grip his shoulders, and he leans down pressing his lips to mine. Realizing it's the exact same vision again, I wait for it to end.
This time though, when he pulls back and I catch a glimpse of his face the vision doesn't end. I'm suddenly moving. I'm no longer beneath him, but standing next to the bed, looking down. I gasp loudly, everything suddenly making sense, and the vision ends.
It was never me being intimate with the man. I'm not sure why the vision came in first person as if it was, but knowing it's not me, makes me feel a lot better about the situation. Until betrayal and rage course thorough me.
"That bitch!" I snarl, storming towards the door, but Dante's hand on my elbow stops me. "Let me go."
He does, but he follows close behind ready to stop me if he needs to. I race upstairs to the third floor of Lucien's house, knowing that's where River and Julian are staying. When I slam the door to their shared room open, they both jerk up from where they were sitting.
