Page 94 of Fated to Them

“We can go for a walk. This property is huge, beats staying inside,” he suggests, and I nod.

We drink our coffees, and then I go and grab my joggers.

Sam is right; the place is huge. I have never walked it, and by the time we get back, it is lunchtime. Just before we head back in, Sam grabs my hand, making me look at him.

I try to pull my hand from his grip when he uses his other hand to tug on my waist, pulling me closer.

“Sam, don’t. You will get your scent on me.”

“I don’t care. I want you, Addie. Come home with me.”

I shake my head, moving away when he grips the back of my neck and kisses me. I shove him on his shoulders, pushing away, but he doesn’t let go. So, instead, I remain immobile, waiting for him to finish. As soon as he does, I slap him, the sound loud in the silence. He rubs his cheek.

“I want you to leave. We spoke about this. I am happy being friends, but that’s it, Sam,” I tell him.

He takes a step forward, and I step back.

“No, Sam, just leave,” I tell him.

“Ada, just listen. We can go somewhere. They won’t find us. I can make you happy,” he pleads.

“I am happy. You are just ruining everything. And they will find us,” I tell him, jerking my hair aside and showing him my neck and Eli’s mark.

“This will ensure they do. Now, just leave before you make things worse,” I tell him.

I turn my back on him and hear his car door slam before he starts it. I am about to walk inside when I remember he hasn’t sprayed that stuff through the house. I turn around, but he is already tearing out of the driveway, leaving a cloud of dust up the road. Fuck!

I go inside, stripping my clothes off as I walk to the laundry, leaving me in only my bra and undies. I stuff them in the washer and turn it on. Walking out, I head for the stairs, intending to shower and brush my teeth. I walk out into the foyer only to stop dead in my tracks.

Cyrus is leaning on the living-room doorway, and he is livid, his eyes a demonic red, and I can see the points of his fangs peeking out from under his top lip.

Hearing footsteps behind me, my stomach drops further, plunging somewhere bottomless inside me. I swallow nervously, turning around, and Eli stops next to the stairs.

“Funny, I could have sworn I just saw Sam here,” Eli says to Cyrus.

Cyrus growls, taking a step toward me, and I step back closer to the stairs. My eyes dart toward the front door.

“I told you I would find out what you were hiding, though I am shocked you would be stupid enough to bring a fucking hunter into my house!” Eli yells at me.

“Did you fuck him?” Cyrus growls, his voice making goosebumps rise on my arms.

I shake my head, stepping up the first step as he moves toward me. Cyrus stalks me and makes my blood run cold.

“I asked you a question, Adeline. Did you fuck him in our house?”

“No, I wouldn’t do that. You would be able to smell him on me if I had.”

“Do you want to?” Cyrus asks.

“No, he is just a friend,” I tell them, and Eli walks up the side of the stairs stopping on the bottom one.

I step back, nearly stumbling over the step as I walk back up them.

“A friend? Are we talking about the same friend I just saw you kissing?” Cyrus says, his eyes flickering to a darker shade.

I shake my head, but the noise that leaves the back of his throat terrifies me, and I run.

I race up the steps only to be ripped backward as his arms wrap around my waist. I throw my head back, headbutting him.