vampires. They're the bad guys. We aren't fallen. We try to contain them. It's my guess that my brother Nathan saved your sister's life." Liam's voice was soothing as he spoke quietly.
"Oh, thank God! I was afraid I'd have to shoot you." The blonde blew out a pent up breath and lowered the gun. "I'm a healer...not a killer."
Liam gave her a sympathetic smile. "I've done all I can do. Perhaps you can take over."
"Yes. Of course." Dropping the gun in a chair she rushed to the bedside.
"How in the hell did you get in here?" Nathan demanded. "I have more security than Fort Knox."
"I spelled myself in. I can't transport, but I can gain entry with spells. You aren't mage protected," she answered distractedly as she took Liam's place that he had vacated at the bedside. "Oh, Sasha," she whispered as she looked at the nasty gashes. "Has she been unconscious like this for a while?"
"Since I killed her attackers. Is that bad?" Nathan asked anxiously.
"No. It's our way of conserving energy until we can be healed." She opened a bag she had brought with her and began to apply a paste to her sister's injuries.
"Is that her name? Sasha?" Nathan questioned, breathing her name softly.
"Sasha Taylor. I'm her sister, Regan."
"This is Nathan Hale." Liam waved his hand toward his brother. "And I'm his brother Liam. I'm a vampire healer. Can I help in any way? I don't know much about the mage, but I'll do whatever I can to help."
"I'm going to do a healing spell. If you can send me any healing energy, it might help." She crinkled her brow in concentration.
Sasha. My mate's name is Sasha.
While Regan chanted her healing spell and Liam closed his eyes to send healing energy, Nathan stared at the vulnerable woman on the bed with awe and confusion. Hundreds of years of waiting...and she was finally here. He had given up hope. He wasn't sure if he should rejoice or mourn. He didn't want a mate. Did he?
Sasha started thrashing, her long lashes flickering. Nathan went to the opposite side of the bed and crawled over the empty space of the enormous bed. He held her hand and put a comforting hand on her forehead.
She was healing, her injuries closing before his eyes to leave nothing but smooth skin. Nathan looked from her to her sister. Regan's face looked strained and contorted as she continued the healing spell. Liam's head was thrown back in concentration, his eyes closed. Nathan wasn't a healer but he could feel the combined energy swirling through the bedroom. It was all directed toward Sasha, making her thrash and moan as her body healed.
Nathan stared fixedly at his mate, his displeasure at the whole situation evident. She was in pain and he didn't like it. He stroked her cheek and she quieted.
Her eyes fluttered open, confusion and pain mingling in her panicked eyes.
"Don't be afraid. You're being healed. You were injured. Stay still." Nathan tried to reassure her.
Her gaze flew straight to his face and she started, her face frightened and alarmed. "You're him. I recognize your voice. The man from my dreams."
Nathan realized he was still stroking her cheek and she was awake. He scrambled back on the bed, but he wasn't fast enough.
His face grew feral and his body shook with reaction. The mating instinct had kicked in and it seized his entire being, infusing him with possessiveness and lust. His cock hardened like a diamond and heat rushed through every artery, vein and capillary in his body.
"Mine!"
With the healing completed, his fierce, loud growl brought every eye in the room to him with shock and alarm.
Chapter 3
Sasha couldn't do much more than stare at her dream lover that had suddenly come alive in much too graphic detail. Holy hell...the man was enormous and there was
"Oh, thank God! I was afraid I'd have to shoot you." The blonde blew out a pent up breath and lowered the gun. "I'm a healer...not a killer."
Liam gave her a sympathetic smile. "I've done all I can do. Perhaps you can take over."
"Yes. Of course." Dropping the gun in a chair she rushed to the bedside.
"How in the hell did you get in here?" Nathan demanded. "I have more security than Fort Knox."
"I spelled myself in. I can't transport, but I can gain entry with spells. You aren't mage protected," she answered distractedly as she took Liam's place that he had vacated at the bedside. "Oh, Sasha," she whispered as she looked at the nasty gashes. "Has she been unconscious like this for a while?"
"Since I killed her attackers. Is that bad?" Nathan asked anxiously.
"No. It's our way of conserving energy until we can be healed." She opened a bag she had brought with her and began to apply a paste to her sister's injuries.
"Is that her name? Sasha?" Nathan questioned, breathing her name softly.
"Sasha Taylor. I'm her sister, Regan."
"This is Nathan Hale." Liam waved his hand toward his brother. "And I'm his brother Liam. I'm a vampire healer. Can I help in any way? I don't know much about the mage, but I'll do whatever I can to help."
"I'm going to do a healing spell. If you can send me any healing energy, it might help." She crinkled her brow in concentration.
Sasha. My mate's name is Sasha.
While Regan chanted her healing spell and Liam closed his eyes to send healing energy, Nathan stared at the vulnerable woman on the bed with awe and confusion. Hundreds of years of waiting...and she was finally here. He had given up hope. He wasn't sure if he should rejoice or mourn. He didn't want a mate. Did he?
Sasha started thrashing, her long lashes flickering. Nathan went to the opposite side of the bed and crawled over the empty space of the enormous bed. He held her hand and put a comforting hand on her forehead.
She was healing, her injuries closing before his eyes to leave nothing but smooth skin. Nathan looked from her to her sister. Regan's face looked strained and contorted as she continued the healing spell. Liam's head was thrown back in concentration, his eyes closed. Nathan wasn't a healer but he could feel the combined energy swirling through the bedroom. It was all directed toward Sasha, making her thrash and moan as her body healed.
Nathan stared fixedly at his mate, his displeasure at the whole situation evident. She was in pain and he didn't like it. He stroked her cheek and she quieted.
Her eyes fluttered open, confusion and pain mingling in her panicked eyes.
"Don't be afraid. You're being healed. You were injured. Stay still." Nathan tried to reassure her.
Her gaze flew straight to his face and she started, her face frightened and alarmed. "You're him. I recognize your voice. The man from my dreams."
Nathan realized he was still stroking her cheek and she was awake. He scrambled back on the bed, but he wasn't fast enough.
His face grew feral and his body shook with reaction. The mating instinct had kicked in and it seized his entire being, infusing him with possessiveness and lust. His cock hardened like a diamond and heat rushed through every artery, vein and capillary in his body.
"Mine!"
With the healing completed, his fierce, loud growl brought every eye in the room to him with shock and alarm.
Chapter 3
Sasha couldn't do much more than stare at her dream lover that had suddenly come alive in much too graphic detail. Holy hell...the man was enormous and there was
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