Tree Of Souls (Transfusion Saga #6) - Stephanie Hudson Page 0,81
his eyes flashed a shade of amber at the sight. Gods, but I had missed that sight, so much so that it made my chest ache. I would see it sometimes in my dreams. Those eyes watching me through the darkness, as if watching over me, guiding me to the safety away from my nightmares.
“But then, it is unsurprising, seeing as you are out of practice,” he told me in a playful tone that made me growl behind his palm before I gripped onto his wrist and bit into the soft fleshy part near his thumb. However, this didn’t exactly have the desired effect, as he just grinned down at me, before taunting me,
“Harder, sweetheart, for it tickles.” I growled and yanked it down with a hard tug forcing him to release me. Then I snapped,
“Oh, but I don’t want another mental image of you ‘practicing’ thanks.” At this his playful humour was gone in an instant and darkness took over it before he got closer to my face and snarled,
“Reel in your claws and tone down the bitch act princess, for it doesn’t fucking suit you!”
“Oh my Gods, you utter asshole!” I shouted pushing on his chest, happy that he stepped back so I could escape his hold.
“I can’t believe all this time I have been spending it miss…I mean thanking that I…uh…left.” I trailed off my sentence not knowing what to say to cover up the mistake I’d made, as I knew he heard it when he shot me a look of shock before his angry features softened. I turned my back to him and started to walk away when he grabbed my hand and tugged me back to him.
“Spending it?” he asked, making me clear my throat first before answering,
“I just told you.”
“No, what you just told me was a lie to cover up the truth,” he argued, making me swallow down about half of the things I really wanted to say to that. And he knew it. As he raised a hand before it turned into a fist and fell. Then he closed his eyes for the seconds it took him to say in a strained tone,
“Don’t say it, Amelia, don’t you dare say it.” I turned away from him and walked back to the table to grab my canvas book bag. Then I started stuffing the books I needed back inside it, as I told him,
“Consider this as me dared not to say anything else but, bye Lucius.” Then I folded the flap over the opening and hooked the strap across my chest before grabbing the lightweight jacket I’d brought because it was chillier in the mornings.
Then I started to walk away, not exactly getting far without him. This was because Lucius grabbed my hand in his and no matter how much I tried to get out of his grip, I couldn’t. Then he looked down at me and informed me,
“Like I said, you can have your time, but it is going to be spent by my side…”
“Now and forever.”
Chapter 21
The Clue is in the Luggage
I walked out of the Bible Lands Museum where my friend Yosef worked and had been helping me with my research. Although, I certainly didn’t expect when I walked in there this morning that I would be leaving hours later with Lucius’ hand refusing to let go of mine. He had also taken my bag from me, making me suck in a breath at the contact when his arm brushed across my breasts. If he noticed, he didn’t comment but then again, his eyes did brighten a moment, burning amber.
But now, with the way his hand gripped mine in what felt like an unyielding hold, it was as if he was worried that if he let go, then I would bolt, and he would only end up having to chase me. Which, in front of a load of tourists, wouldn’t have been a good idea, not unless we wanted the police involved. But then what was I thinking, as this idea only crossed my mind for a second, because it was foolish to think that by screaming for help right now might have given me another head start. Because Lucius was the master at manipulating mortal minds, so it would have been pointless. He could have just created a wall of people to surround me before calmly walking up to me and throwing me over his shoulder and no one would have batted an eyelid.