Unforgiven (The Forbidden Bond 2) Read Free Page B

the chance to accept me. I need to apologize. I think if we exchange blood again, now that she has changed fully to a vampire, the bond will be complete.” Darren paced, nervously raking his hands through is blonde spikes.
    “You didn’t exchange blood the last time! You forced the bond you suffer from now. I can’t believe you talked him into trusting you with the Hypnovam. Do you plan on giving her a choice this time, or will you steal her blood again?”
    Darren didn’t reply, only looked at the guy sheepishly. Shit. He was going to do it again. He planned to force his blood down her throat to solidify his bond with Dani.
    “What do you think he is gonna to do to you when he realizes you duped him?”
    The guy looked in Brandi’s direction, and she ducked, but his gaze continued around the clearing. Darren paced to the other side of the van and the guy followed. This was her chance. No way could she stand by and wait for back up while this freak forced Dani into a deeper bond. The bond is a sacred union to be given freely, not stolen by whoever wants your obedience and affection. She couldn’t think about it. She had to just do it while they were arguing and out of sight. Brandi emerged from the trees and sprinted toward the van. Danielle looked to be uninjured. There was no visible blood or broken bones and her eyes were open.
    “Can you hear me?” Brandi whispered. Danielle blinked once.
    “Can you move at all?” she asked, but Danielle only stared.
    “Ok. I’ll take that as a no. I’m getting you out of here.”
    Slowly, she dragged Danielle to the door of the van and listened to the heated discussion a moment longer before hauling Danielle over her shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Brandi was strong, being a vampire, and she had no trouble lifting her petite half-sister and running toward the woods. Just as she entered the trees, Darren and his gun toting accomplice circled the van to find Danielle gone. A sound somewhere between a scream and a roar ripped through the trees from behind her and Brandi let her instinct take over. She couldn’t out run the older, stronger males. She needed to slow them down. Turning, she sank to her knees. Still holding Danielle with one arm, Brandi pointed her palm toward the van. She let all the anger and fear swelling in her gut explode in a blast of energy that blew back her hair and caused Danielle’s gown to ripple around her face. Thank goodness she hadn’t chosen a big puffy gown. The fire ball that emerged from within Brandi raced toward the van. Both men leapt for safety to avoid the flames. The van exploded, making the night brighter than mid-day for a few long moments as Brandi got back to her feet and ran for the limo.
    “Holy shit! Holy shit! I can’t believe I did that. I hope I didn’t burn you,” Brandi told to Danielle.
    She ran and finally reached for the car door, depositing Danielle unceremoniously onto the floor of the backseat. She had no time to buckle her in. Brandi marched around to the open driver-side door. She was startled by the report of a gun, and stopped when sharp pain bit into the left side of her back and slammed her against the vehicle. A second shot struck her higher and to the left. Stunned by the impact, Brandi righted herself, and climbed behind the wheel.
    “The bastards shot me! Twice!”
    The shock of that realization had no time to sink in. She had no time to think, only time to drive. She slammed the door shut and was thankful for the use of her right arm. Her left arm wasn’t cooperating. A gunshot wound sounds like a painful thing to have, but the reality of it is unfathomable. The pain in her chest and back throbbed with her heartbeat and every beat caused a hot river to run down her front. The red heat bloomed across her new gown as she drove.
    “Dani, I’m going to drive as fast and far as I can. I need you to hold on if you can, because if I kill you in a car wreck after saving your ass and getting shot, I’m