INTO THE FIRE (Forbidden Love) Read Free Page B

t-shirt that stretched across his lean torso like a lover’s caress. For just a second Leigh gave herself an inner sigh. He was so yummy. What a shame he was crazy. Leigh jumped to her feet. “You!” she snapped. “You’re the one!”
    “I don’t know what you are talking about,” Rebel answered. He leaned against the door jamb and crossed his muscular arms over his chest. He plastered a blank expression on his wretchedly handsome stupid face.
    The smell of sulfur thickened in the air and the temperature in the room rose a good twenty degrees. Leigh rose to her full height, all of five foot six, and purposefully stalked over to where Rebel stood. Her pupils had constricted to narrow slits within the yellow irises. She pulled her right hand back, curled it into a fist, and let it snap forward. She connected with his chin. Hard. Rebel’s head snapped back, he stumbled, and then dropped to the floor. Holy. Fucking. Shit. She had knocked him out. Oh no, that wasn’t good. No no no. Not good at all.
    No sooner than she realized that what she had done, Angel was behind her, restraining her. “What the fuck was that?” he snarled. It took all of her self control not to fight him. “Why did you lay him out? He was trying to protect you.”
    “No, that’s stalker boy. He’s the jackass who’s been following me for weeks now.” She struggled a little against Angel’s iron grip. “No wonder he never saw anything! You sent him out to watch for himself!”
    Angel let her go. “He’s the one who has been watching you?” he asked with both brows raised. What? Was it so damned hard to believe?
    “I am one hundred percent positive.”
    “ Merde , this does make things different,” Angel mused. “I can assure you, he will cause you no harm. I have been with Rebel for centuries. He is a dear friend and brother to me.”
    “Whatever, I don’t care.” Leigh straightened out her clothes while she talked. “To me, he’s psycho stalker-boy. Get him to knock it the hell off. So long as he leaves me alone, I don’t care who he is.”
    “I will have a good talk with him as soon as he wakes up,” Angel promised. He noticed that Brea was smiling. “Nice right hook, by the way. Are you sure you don’t want to tell me what you are? It’s not everyday a woman knocks a vampire on his ass.”
    “I should go,” Leigh said, avoiding the request. “Now.” She turned and headed for the door.
    “Leigh,” Brea said, coming up behind her, “Here, this is my cell number. Call me if you need anything at all.” Leigh took the small piece of paper from Brea. Not that she would ever use it, but it was the polite thing to do. She left the Knight Estate without a backward glance.
     

THREE
    Oh no, oh no, oh no. What had she done? She used her strength without thinking, that’s what she had done. Leigh berated herself the whole way back to her small apartment. She hadn’t lost her temper in years. And then, with just one look at the man who had been stalking her, wham! Just like that.
    Not that he didn’t deserve to be laid out, because he did. Her stalker was none other than Rebel, guitar player for Angel Knight. No last name, just like Prince. Just Rebel. He was a damned rock star! Why would he even look her way? He could stalk any woman he wanted, and they would welcome it! But did he do that? No! He had to go and stalk the one woman in the whole freaking world who didn’t want his attention.
    And now, she had crossed a line that she had dared not cross before. Merrick would surely find her now! Every time she used her power, the atmosphere rippled a little. More if she used more power. Merrick would surely feel it, no matter how far away he was.
    Once inside her apartment, Leigh did the only thing she could do. She started packing. The only option left for her was to leave and start over somewhere else. She would get a new name. A new job. A new place to live. She rushed about, shoving only the necessities into her