Bound to You, a Paranormal Romance (Book 3 of the Spellbound Series) Read Free Page B

Ben’s voice was loud and a little on edge, then I felt his hand on my shoulder. I was unsure if he meant to provoke me or if he was oblivious to it.
    I turned to face him; my lips curled back over my teeth as I grinded them, slowly. A gust of wind slowly swirled at his feet, his hand fell to his side and his body lifted off the ground. He, a mere immortal, had no right to touch me, let alone speak to me as though he were my equal. He said nothing, he did not even scream.
    Circe appeared beside me before I had the chance to act on my thought. I couldn’t harm him in her presence. Or could I?
    “Oh, Hades, just tell him what Zeus said regarding Persephone; she might choose him.” Her soft voice sounded like a perfectly pitched song and her smile was heartfelt and inviting. Who invited you, let alone asked for your opinion? I calmed the wind and place him back on his feet, before sneering at him.
    “Yes, she might,” Ben added. I rolled my eyes and proceeded to walk out the door with both Ben and Circe on my heels.
    “You must understand, vampire.” I began before I stopped in the doorway of the bedroom that I will share with Antonia, someday. “Persephone is a goddess and things aren’t so simple.” I lowered my voice with the last words. Nothing with Persephone was simple. She was the most complicated goddess. Her mother followed behind her as a close second.
    “So she’s free to kill Toni— is that what you are trying not to say?” I hated this vampire for putting the words into existence and for calling my Antonia by that stupid nickname.
    “No. I’m not saying that Benjamin.” I lied but the very thought made me sick. I have to make it my mission to never let Persephone get an opportunity too close to my Antonia, again. Hopefully, the vampire will do the same.
    “What are you saying then, spit it out.” His fist flinched as he fumed.
    “My dear daughter where shall I find her,” Circe asked as if she didn’t start the argument between the Vampire and I.
    I said nothing, as my tell-tale black smoke began to rise from the ground. I needed to have a little chat with my dear brother, Zeus. I don’t have to answer any of this idiot vampire’s questions.
    “The vampire knows the details.” I said, with a wicked grin.
    “You bastard, you better not go,” Ben yelled at me; but I casually smiled at him, delighted that my leaving was bothering him. This all seemed like a childish game, but it wasn’t. I needed to have the upper hand. And, I needed to have Antonia.
    “Circe, would you mind sending me to San Francisco? I need to warn Antonia, and that is where you will find Dawn is as well,” he pleaded as I faded into the smoke.
    My journey, after Mount Olympus, would be to visit my love, Antonia. I can’t let that vampire taint her mind against me, or worse, touch her again.
     

Three
    Antonia
     
    We both turned our heads to face the door and then looked at each other. I snapped my head over my shoulder toward the window. It was dark outside.
    “Dawn, I know you’re home. Your car is in the garage.” A soft southern voice echoed in the hardwood floor hallway. I turned to look at Dawn, her brow furrowed and lip pouted out.
    “Who is that?” I whispered, unsure if Dawn wanted to or was going to answer the door.
    Dawn was seething.
    Through her teeth she said, “Gimme me a sec,” just loud enough for the person at the door to hear. The usual rosiness that feathered Dawn’s face was now as red as a beet. Dawn moved toward the door before turning to give me a once over. She looked down at herself, shrieking in horror at our Greek goddess attire. We looked like we had walked out of a random Greek movie. I watched as she simply closed her eyes, my purple gown melted away, and my favorite jeans, that hugged me in all the right places, and a Rolling Stones t-shirt found their way onto my body. Her clothes also changed into some yoga pants and tank, a typical everyday outfit for Dawn.
    Dawn rested her