Blood Rain. Amy Blankenship

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      Stepping out of the shower, she frowned seeing several shopping bags sitting on the long marble sink. It only took a moment to shift through the contents and come to the conclusion that this was exactly what she would have bought if she’d done the shopping herself.

      Her lips parted as it dawned on her just who had stopped her from preforming the streak in front of Ren. She hurriedly stepped into her clothes figuring if Storm wanted her dressed then there was probably a very good reason for it. Finally dressed and feeling a little more in control, she glanced in the mirror seeing the door behind her and her thoughts instantly went back to the man who was waiting just on the other side.

      She really needed to stop pressing his buttons like that. Besides, it wasn’t a whole lot of fun since he had a way of winning every single argument. The sudden cold shower had been a little heavy-handed but she wasn’t stupid… she’d felt the heat of his anger as soon as she’d teased him. She thought back to her exact words.

      â€œSince you’re the one who gave me the power to accidently set myself on fire like this… do you want to be the one to help me extinguish the flame, or do I need to find someone else who is willing to be my firefighter.”

      She’d only said it that way in self-defense since he’d turned her down the first time she’d wanted to have sex with him. But in all honesty… she had also been half joking, hoping he would agree to be her firefighter. Vincent had always taken her teasing in stride and even teased back, but she understood it was because they were friends more than true lovers… she would have to keep that in mind.

      Ren had given her a part of himself to save her life and she could feel the strong bond that now tethered them together… closer than she and Vincent had ever been. She wanted only Ren and she could tell he wanted her too… his possessiveness of her had made that loud and clear. She took a deep breath then fluffed her hair up deciding if she wanted him then she would just have to seduce him until he couldn’t take it anymore. Blowing herself a kiss in the mirror, she turned and headed for the room that had the big bed in it.

      Her theory of needing to be fully clothed was proven right when she stepped out of the bathroom only to see Ren's bedroom disappear from around her.

      Chapter 4

      Angelica slipped through her bedroom door and quickly shut it behind her. Sliding the lock in place, she leaned her forehead against the thick wood wishing it was made of something stronger… titanium maybe.

      Releasing a heavy sigh, she frowned and stepped away from the door, staring at the lock like it was her only hope. In a way it was. That little lock was the only thing between her and the craving she had to see Syn now that he wasn't here watching her… stalking her.

      Lifting her hand, she rubbed her right temple in furious little circles trying to piece together the fact that she had just ran away from the man… or whatever he was, only to now miss him so much that her chest was actually aching.

      â€œI don’t need anyone,” Angelica reminded herself but her fingers paused in mid circle. She jerked her hand down from her temple tasting the lie within the words. Considering she felt the withdrawal symptoms, she might as well label him as what he was… an addiction.

      Slowly backing further away from the door, she closed her eyes allowing her thoughts to deepen. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that Syn was messing with her mind and God help her if she wasn’t beginning to second guess herself. It was a dangerous line to cross because if she dared… there would be no turning back.

      They shouldn’t be partners… why hadn’t Storm foreseen this? All Syn had done down in that tunnel was make a fool out of her. It wasn't like he really needed a partner when all he had to do was place a damn barrier around the exits and the job was done.

      The memory came back to haunt her like a vivid nightmare. Down in the tunnels under the museum… she’d felt an intense feeling of claustrophobia wash over her as the ceiling of the tunnel suddenly rumbled and cracked. It was an ominous sensation to realize she was standing in her own grave.

      Just as large jagged rocks began breaking off and falling around her, she saw a number of demons racing down the hidden stairway trying to escape into the tunnels… and she was standing directly in their path. There was a tidal wave of debris on their heels swallowing up some of the demons that weren’t fast enough to escape it.

      She had been frozen to the spot, completely terrified, when arms suddenly came around her and the stairway faded into the distance before disappearing entirely. Angelica shivered again and wrapped her arms around herself remembering the feeling of the tunnel collapsing around her but it was what had happened next that had been her true downfall.

      When her world had stabilized again, she found that they were on the roof of a building instead of underneath one. Still feeling the slight vibration under her feet, she’d turned her head just in time to witness the museum collapsing into the underground tunnels she’d only seconds ago been standing in.

      Slowly looking back at the warm chest she was being held against, she’d noticed her hands were fisted in his shirt, giving away the fact that she had been frightened and needed him. At that moment, she had wanted nothing more than to bury herself in his strong arms and stay there… where nothing could hurt her.

      She had then made the mistake of gazing up at the beautiful man she was clinging to. The ends of his dark hair lifted in the updraft from the collapsing building but he appeared so irrationally calm… or at least she had thought so, until she’d locked gazes with those amethyst eyes that stared back down at her, full of heat and untamed power.

      The sight had reminded her of the first time she’d seen a hauntingly beautiful vision of him… in the cave the same night the symbol had appeared on her palm.

      Her breath quickened as her gaze lowered to his sensual lips. Realizing that she wanted him had made her take a quick step back in denial. The moment she was out of his arms, Syn had dropped them… his eyes instantly becoming dark and brooding… a touch dangerous and she’d had to suppress a shiver.

      Snapping out of the memory, Angelica raised her palm seeing that nothing had changed since their first encounter… the symbol was still there in flawless detail. It had been there for a while now. She inwardly flinched when it dawned on her that she’d never put any real effort into removing it.

      Syn had told her that he’d given it to her for protection and for some strange reason she’d believed him. When had she started trusting him so completely?

      In the past, she would have been questioning every movement, every motive of a creature as powerful as Syn. But in the last couple weeks, her natural suspicious nature had taken a back seat to the curiosity and heat Syn had a way of fueling within her.

      PIT members usually described her as a loner that wasn't interested in making friends. That was the way she’d wanted everyone to see her… so they would keep their distance. Since Syn’s appearance in her life, he’d left her feeling exposed. She was starting to obsess over him, just as much as he appeared to be obsessing over her and she wanted it to stop… or did she? The ache in her chest seemed to spread out several inches at the thought.

      â€œWelcome to the land of confusion… population one,” she informed the silence of the room then made a face at how pathetic she sounded. She was stronger than this.

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