Shadowed (Dark Protectors)

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Author: Rebecca Zanetti
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Period.” Deep down, a dark voice he usually ignored rumbled up that maybe she could save him again. He shook his head. No.
    There was no saving him this time.
    A phone buzzed, and Kane read the face of his cell. “I have to go. We’re not finished with this discussion.” His footsteps echoed as he strode back toward his car and roared off.
    Frozen molecules on the wind brushed Jase’s face. Dark clouds spread to cover the waning sun. Yet he stood in the cold, legs braced, his gaze on the woman inside the hospital.
    Five years ago, he’d been tortured until every nerve in his body screamed in agony. Yet standing in the snow, watching kindness without expectation, true pain sliced through his heart. Pure and absolute, the cut illustrated more than ever that he’d never be whole. Never be able to have the simple life, the life he had planned on before being taken. They’d killed a part of him, and whatever remained existed only for revenge. He’d get that . . . with Brenna’s skills.
    He turned away from the bright lights of the hospital to face the shadows.
    Where he belonged.
     
    Brenna tugged her gloves farther up her hands as she stepped into the billowing snow. As always, her visit with the kids served to lighten her mood, as well as remind her of her good fortune.
    Late afternoon, the storm barreled full force. Tucking her head, she scurried toward her car. The second she reached the driver’s side door, a van jerked to a stop on the opposite side of the street. She whirled around. Three men jumped out, the one in front holding a bouquet of fresh, red roses.
    She sighed. “Henry? You have got to be kidding me.”
    Henry shoved his too-large hat off his forehead and extended the roses. “For you.”
    Jase Kayrs instantly stood next to her like a deadly apparition out of the storm. “Who’s your friend, Brenna?”
    Brenna’s heart leapt into full gear. She clutched her chest. “What are you doing here?”
    He shrugged, his sharp gaze on Henry and his buddies. “I thought you’d like an escort home.”
    Henry’s thin Adam’s apple bobbed. As a witch, he might be a century old, but he looked like a skinny thirty-year-old. “You’re spending time with a vampire ? No, Brenna. Please.”
    She shook her head, her fingers tightening on the keys. “Listen, Henry. Enough is enough. Please leave me be.”
    His muddy brown eyes widened. “Did you get my letters? My proposal?”
    “Yes.” In fact, she’d received more than twenty marriage proposals from him in the last two months alone. “I’m not going to marry you.”
    His thin shoulders hunched forward. “As our chosen one , you must mate, or you’ll die. I’ve seen your medical records.”
    On all that was holy and pure. “Are my bloomin’ records suddenly on the Internet?” An ache pounded behind her left eye.
    “No. We broke into the hospital records.” Henry slid forward and stopped when Jase growled. “You’ll die if you don’t mate. We only have five days until the solstice. Please meet your destiny.”
    Jase chortled. “This guy’s your destiny?”
    “Shut up.” Brenna waved off the roses. “I’m not chosen. I’m not your destiny, and you’re certainly not mine. I’ve told you before, the winter solstice has nothing to do with me.”
    The two guys behind Henry eyed each other, their mouths turning down. Way down.
    Jase angled himself slightly in front of her in a clearly defensive move. “Who are you people?”
    Henry cleared his throat. “I’m Henry Balcott, the head of Brenna’s Warriors.”
    Jase cut his eyes to Brenna. “Brenna’s Warriors?”
    She sighed. No way did she want Jase to know how odd her life really was. “How about you head back to headquarters, and I’ll meet you for an early dinner?”
    Henry nodded, his thin hair flying around. “Yes. Good idea. Go away, vampire.”
    Jase stilled in that odd vampire way, and tension spiraled through the air. He stepped toward Henry.
    Henry gasped and backed into

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