shiver from her. His tongue joined in the play and she gasped softly.
“I won't hurt you, Charlotte,” he promised. Then his teeth sunk through her flesh and she gasped again, this time in pain. Her fingers fisted in the material of his black shirt as she fought not to pull away and risk her neck being ripped open. So much for not hurting her! But the pain quickly faded and a pleasant buzz rushed through her.
He let her go a minute later, his lips lightly brushing the incision, and she stumbled back.
Her gaze flew to his and she watched as the icy blue faded from his eyes returning to their original sapphire colour. They locked with hers and she forgot to breathe for a second.
“ Thank you, Charlotte,” he said quietly.
Swallowing hard, she nodded, her eyes dropping to the slices in his shirt to see healing flesh beneath, and turned to climb in the driver’s side door. Sebastian did the same at human speed and she was grateful for his thoughtfulness so as not to scare the girls some more.
“What about our friend?” The dark haired one asked.
Charlotte glanced over her shoulder at them, “We’ll have to ask someone else to come out and collect the body and she’ll be taken to a funeral home ready for a funeral.”
The fairer haired one burst into a fresh round of tears and the other one consoled her.
Turning back to the front, she started the car and set off.
An hour later they arrived back at the Agency and Charlotte helped the girls from the car and inside the building where they’d get help for what they’d seen and been through tonight.
She only wished she could forget it too.
Chapter Three
“ Charlotte? Sebastian?”
She turned at the sound of her name and saw the Director walking towards them. He waited until the two girls had been led off by someone from the psychology department who would help them come to terms with their friend’s death.
“Tell me they’re dead.”
Sebastian nodded, “All beheaded. They won't be coming back.”
The Director nodded, “Good work.” His gaze shifted between them, his brow rising when he saw the slashed shirt and the smooth skin beneath. He didn’t question it, thank God. “I’d like your reports before Wednesday.”
Charlotte nodded, wincing when she felt the bite mark burn at the small movement. Her fingers itched to touch it, to see if it had started bleeding but she managed to refrain as the Director turned and walked away.
She sensed the moment Sebastian turned to face her and felt her cheeks begin to heat. Suddenly uncomfortable she headed in the opposite direction, away from Seb and the Director, heading for the training room. She needed to work off some of this tension she was still carrying around.
Pushing through the double doors, she started removing her bulkier weapons as she headed down the long corridor and hip bumped the next lot open before heading inside the first doorway on her right.
Setting the guns and pair of knives on the bench seat that ran almost the length of the room, she reached into the back pocket of her cargo pants and pulled out the small key for her locker and shoved it in the lock. She twisted it and pulled the door open, removing the modified black sports bag from within and set it down at the side of her weapons and took her time putting them inside, all in their individual pouches and slots. That done, she hefted it over one shoulder and moved back into the corridor and pushed through the next lot of doors and entered the gym.
Charlotte paused when she saw Sebastian was already there and hammering the hell out of one of the heavy punch bags. It was swinging wildly from the ceiling, small bits of rag and foam falling to the floor as the seams began to give under the force of his punches. He moved beautifully, sleekly, like the predator he was.
Images flashed of the monster who'd killed her family and she looked away. Moving further into the room she headed for the treadmill on the opposite wall to
“I won't hurt you, Charlotte,” he promised. Then his teeth sunk through her flesh and she gasped again, this time in pain. Her fingers fisted in the material of his black shirt as she fought not to pull away and risk her neck being ripped open. So much for not hurting her! But the pain quickly faded and a pleasant buzz rushed through her.
He let her go a minute later, his lips lightly brushing the incision, and she stumbled back.
Her gaze flew to his and she watched as the icy blue faded from his eyes returning to their original sapphire colour. They locked with hers and she forgot to breathe for a second.
“ Thank you, Charlotte,” he said quietly.
Swallowing hard, she nodded, her eyes dropping to the slices in his shirt to see healing flesh beneath, and turned to climb in the driver’s side door. Sebastian did the same at human speed and she was grateful for his thoughtfulness so as not to scare the girls some more.
“What about our friend?” The dark haired one asked.
Charlotte glanced over her shoulder at them, “We’ll have to ask someone else to come out and collect the body and she’ll be taken to a funeral home ready for a funeral.”
The fairer haired one burst into a fresh round of tears and the other one consoled her.
Turning back to the front, she started the car and set off.
An hour later they arrived back at the Agency and Charlotte helped the girls from the car and inside the building where they’d get help for what they’d seen and been through tonight.
She only wished she could forget it too.
Chapter Three
“ Charlotte? Sebastian?”
She turned at the sound of her name and saw the Director walking towards them. He waited until the two girls had been led off by someone from the psychology department who would help them come to terms with their friend’s death.
“Tell me they’re dead.”
Sebastian nodded, “All beheaded. They won't be coming back.”
The Director nodded, “Good work.” His gaze shifted between them, his brow rising when he saw the slashed shirt and the smooth skin beneath. He didn’t question it, thank God. “I’d like your reports before Wednesday.”
Charlotte nodded, wincing when she felt the bite mark burn at the small movement. Her fingers itched to touch it, to see if it had started bleeding but she managed to refrain as the Director turned and walked away.
She sensed the moment Sebastian turned to face her and felt her cheeks begin to heat. Suddenly uncomfortable she headed in the opposite direction, away from Seb and the Director, heading for the training room. She needed to work off some of this tension she was still carrying around.
Pushing through the double doors, she started removing her bulkier weapons as she headed down the long corridor and hip bumped the next lot open before heading inside the first doorway on her right.
Setting the guns and pair of knives on the bench seat that ran almost the length of the room, she reached into the back pocket of her cargo pants and pulled out the small key for her locker and shoved it in the lock. She twisted it and pulled the door open, removing the modified black sports bag from within and set it down at the side of her weapons and took her time putting them inside, all in their individual pouches and slots. That done, she hefted it over one shoulder and moved back into the corridor and pushed through the next lot of doors and entered the gym.
Charlotte paused when she saw Sebastian was already there and hammering the hell out of one of the heavy punch bags. It was swinging wildly from the ceiling, small bits of rag and foam falling to the floor as the seams began to give under the force of his punches. He moved beautifully, sleekly, like the predator he was.
Images flashed of the monster who'd killed her family and she looked away. Moving further into the room she headed for the treadmill on the opposite wall to
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