Genesis
The door clicked shut, leaving me completely and utterly alone. I pulled the blanket up to my chin and gave another jolt when another guttural roar came from somewhere in the house.
Ethan.
The minute I thought his name, I reached to my neck to see if heâd bitten me like Mason.
Nothing but smooth skin met my fingertips, though my entire body still felt frozenâ as if Cassius had marked me with a frigid temperature or something. But that was crazy.
In fact, the whole scenario was crazy.
Iâd left every belonging Iâd had with my mother, thinking Iâd probably see her after I met with the immortalsâshe hadnât given me reason to believe otherwise.
I had no cell phone.
No money.
Absolutely no identification.
And, up until this point, Iâd thought Iâd been chosen to work for some secret society that hated meâbut needed me desperately.
Instead, Iâd been scared within an inch of my life.
And bitten twiceâor at least I assumed twice.
My fingers grazed my neck again.
Nothing.
Another yell, this one hoarser than the ones before, as if Ethan was losing his voice.
I shivered and watched the flames flicker in the fireplace. The room theyâd put me in was extravagant. I was lying in a king-sized bed with sheets that felt like silk against my fingers.
A flat screen TV was positioned next to the fireplace, and pieces of artfully chosen furniture in tans and brown were scattered around, making everything look like Iâd just stepped into Pottery Barn.
You know, if Pottery Barn included screaming as their background music.
Was I just supposed to wait until Ethan was done having a nervous breakdown? I mean, what was the protocol? My stomach growled on cue, reminding me that I hadnât eaten anything all morning.
Well, maybe if I starved to death, they wouldnât have to worry about me anymore. It seemed I was causing more trouble than anything.
My teeth chattered.
Why couldnât I get warm?
With a huff, I moved away from the bed and went to stand in front of the fireplace just as the door to my bedroom jerked open, nearly coming off the hinges.
Ethan stood in the doorway, blanketed in the warmth of the fireâs glow. My breath hitched in my chest, even though I tried to stop my physical response.
It was impossibleâ and embarrassingâknowing he probably heard my racing heart.
His hair was loose from the ponytail, falling around his sharp cheekbones and jaw.
His nostrils were flared as if he smelled something horrific.
And when I opened my mouth to speak, he held up his hand and hissed at me.
Freaking hissed.
Like a cat.
I held my tongue and stared at the fire, thinking that was probably the best option for me at that point.
Get warm.
Funny, my entire life had been about rules, memorization, planning, and now I had one goal in lifeâto get warm and stay that way.
It was all I could allow myself to focus on. I was pretty sure if I let myself fully think about what had just happened to me, Iâd have a nervous breakdown.
After all, I was only human, something that was impossible to ignore with someone like Ethan standing next to me.
His fluid movement from the door to the fireplace was quick. I blinked, and he was standing next to me, holding his hands out.
I knew he could feel the heat, so I wasnât going to insult him by asking, even though it seemed like some of my studies had been clearly lacking.
After all, Iâd always thought vampires bit, but I had no bite marks, no recollection, nothing except blackness and the idea that his touch had been so painful Iâd wanted to die.
âYou are safe,â he whispered in a hoarse voice. âCassius wonât be coming for you. Heâd have to track you first.â
âAm I untraceable now?â Now that I was his. Now that I didnât belong to myself anymore.
Ethan pulled his hand back from the air, clenching his fingertips into a tight fist. âTo everyone but your mate.â
âYou.â I closed my eyes and willed the tears to stay in. What was happening?
âMe,â he confirmed.
My heart continued to race. I tried to glance at him out of the corner of my eye, but when I did, those eyesâonce greenâwere black and still trained on me.
I didnât know vampires had black eyes, didnât know any part of their physiologyâoutside of their fangsâchanged.
âThe cold will pass,â he said, still staring at me.
Finally, I turned to give him my full attention, hoping it wouldnât be the last thing I did. âWhy am I so cold?â My teeth chattered as if to prove a point.
I hugged my arms closer to my body and got closer to the fire.
âYouâll be cold until he leaves you completely,â Ethan said slowly. âI marked over him⦠took away what I could.â His hand reached out cupping my face. âSoon youâll be warm again.â
âB-because youâre warm?â
He dropped his hand and smirked. âScorching.â
I was swaying toward him, not even realizing it, but his hands came out and steadied me then stayed.
When he touched me, I could feel his heartbeat through his fingertips; it was addicting, fascinating. I moved closer. He didnât release me.
His black eyes changed to more of a gray and then finally changed back to a flashing green as I moved into his arms. It was like I had no control over my bodyâ I just wanted to be close.
And he was so warm.
And alive.
Very much alive.
His eyes hooded.
Inches apartâour lips were almost touching. My mind screamed at me to back away, but my body told me it was exactly where I needed to be.
âYou're hungry.â He twirled a piece of my hair with his fingertip then sniffed it. âI'll bring you food. Under no circumstances are you to leave this room until the marking is complete.â
He released my hair. His other hand fell from my arm.
And the loss was heartbreaking.
âHow will I know when it's complete?â I croaked out, like any terrified prisoner would.
His face cracked into a seductive smile before he looked away and his jaw clenched. âYou'll know⦠because you'll be so on fire for me, you'll think of nothing else.
âNot food, water, safetyânot anything. Your only need will be me.â
I gulped. âThen what happens?â
He turned and walked to the door at a normal pace, pausing only to call over his shoulder, âI give you exactly what you need.â
Thatâs what I was afraid of.