Prophecy: Dark Moon Rising

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Author: Felicity Heaton
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Gothic, Paranormal, Vampires
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asking.”
    She smiled again and gave him a little nod before disappearing into the back of the jet.
    It was strange to have an Aurorea other than himself concerned with Prophecy. Mathias had always cared for her, but then he hadn’t been close to their family, not like this stewardess was. It was hard to tell whether her concern was genuine or whether she was only asking because of who he was. Maybe it was who Prophecy was. She was the lady of Caelestis after all. The seven pure bloodlines had always been courteous to the lords and ladies of the others. Maybe he needed to remind his family of this fact when he got back. Prophecy could probably subtly remind hers too. He was getting tired of the whispered comments and dark looks.
    He relaxed back into his seat when he felt the jet taxiing for take off. In a few short hours, he would have her back safely at her home.
    The engines roared and he closed his eyes, focusing his senses on the plane and almost feeling the rush of the wind against the nose of the jet when it charged the runway. He felt the lift and the split second of weightlessness as the plane took off, leaving Venice far below them as it climbed high into the atmosphere. When it levelled off, he opened his eyes and looked at Prophecy.
    The seatbelt light switched off and he immediately unbuckled his safety belt.
    Kneeling beside Prophecy, he unlatched her belt and looked at her. She hadn’t stirred since passing out after destroying the portal and it was starting to shake him up. His stomach twisted with worry, tying itself in knots and making him feel sick. He brushed the dark hair from her face, revealing just how pale she was when the lights above illuminated it.
    Fear and a sense of desperation filled him. He grabbed hold of her shoulders and shook her.
    “Prophecy? Prophecy!” He frowned when her head lolled forwards from the force of him shaking her.
    Carefully sitting her back up again, he cupped her cheek, his look becoming one of anxiousness. He smoothed her hair back into place again and tried to think of a way to rouse her. When an idea came to him, he turned her sideways in her seat, resting her shoulders and head against his right arm. He held her gently, cradling her to him and not taking his eyes away from her face while his fangs descended.
    He flinched when he stabbed the tip of his left index finger with one of his canines and then squeezed it between his thumb and middle finger until a droplet of blood broke to the surface.
    This had to work.
    Bringing it to her face, he wafted it close to her lips. Her nose wrinkled when she sniffed and between her open lips, he could see her teeth extending.
    “At least your instincts are still with us,” he whispered and lowered his finger so it was hovering just above her open mouth.
    He squeezed it hard until the drop grew too heavy and slipped from his finger. It ran over her lower lip and touched her tongue. She swallowed. Relief coursed through him when she licked her lips and a tiny frown flickered on her brow. Her mouth opened again and he squeezed another drop onto her tongue.
    Her eyes fluttered open for the briefest of moments, revealing glassy green eyes to him. She rolled them when she looked at him, as though she was having difficulty making him out and then they stopped dead, focused on his neck.
    She sniffed.
    He swallowed and braced himself, knowing what she was going to do and willing her to do it. He wanted to feel it, wanted to bring her back to life even if it meant weakening himself in the process.
    Her fingers twitched and he took hold of her hand, raising it for her when he realised that she didn’t have the energy to even do that. He brought his throat down to her mouth and closed his eyes when her lips touched it. They were soft, gently exploring his flesh. Her tongue swept over the marks she’d placed on him, some of them now faded and gone, others still prominent.
    He inhaled sharply when her teeth punctured his skin, sinking

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