Page 9 of Runaway Mate


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“Three!”

She still didn’t stop. A sense of impending doom made me scream for her.

“Two!”

My shriek managed to get through to her, and she froze, too, just in time.

“One!”

The ground between us and the building split.

We watched in horror as a humanoid creature erupted from the crack. Its body was made entirely of the murderous vines, and they twisted and tightened until a female form was fashioned out of it.

I knew, without a doubt, that we’d fucked up.

White flowers sprouted around the being’s chest and nether regions, fashioning themselves into some sort of matching set. The fact that I wanted to point out that she didn’t even have nipples or a vaginatocover was a testament to how discombobulated I was.

“Fresh blood,” she uttered, her voice a garbled, choked sound.

Reese’s squeak made my heart jump. She was closest to the vine woman.

The ground began to rumble again, and a giant root-foot lifted from the ground, coming forward with a stomp. She reminded me of Dr. Octopus from Spider-Man as her roots propelled her towards Reese, who was stuck in place.

I found that even my own limbs were refusing to move. Fear kept me glued to the spot as time slowed.

The vines lowered the woman to Reese’s level. One vined hand snapped out and clutched her by the face, lifting her off the ground, and I could only gape as a smaller vine twined around Reese’s arm, its small thorns sinking into the flesh.

Reese gasped, and her body went limp as blood began to trickle from several lacerations on her arm. The vines circling us shrank back as her blood dripped onto the ground.

“Human,” the woman hissed. She released Reese, lowering her to her feet.

A series of strange clicking sounds echoed from the woman’s body. I gaped as several smaller versions of her emerged from the tangles—some with wings, others with animal-like features—and carried Reese onto the steps.

A brief glance at the cafeteria building told me that I still had an audience.

The vine woman turned to me, and I realized that fear wasn’t the only thing stopping me from running. The vines tangled around my ankles were also a considerable factor.

She moved fast. I was face to face with her before I could even draw breath to scream.

The pain of the thorns sinking into my skin didn’t hurt nearly as bad as I’d been expecting. I felt a weird pulse pass through me.

The vine woman opened her mouth, then inhaled deeply.

“Powerful,” she breathed. Her breath smelled oddly of damp Earth. Her grip on me slackened, but not before another vine snaked around my other arm.

My eyes narrowed on her as she stepped back.

“Powerful,” she repeated. Another pulse filled me, and I realized that—as my body was weakening—that she was draining me.

I could hear the sound of pounding boots and yelling as I struggled.

“Don’t fight!” someone shouted. “They tighten the more you struggle.”

I immediately grew limp. Then, while I forced myself to relax, I felt the telltale signs of my mate stirring. I debated closing the bond briefly so that Sariel wouldn’t feel the fear coursing through me, but he jolted awake at the first trickle of discomfort down the bond.

Aria? Where are you?

His angel slammed into the bond, and my wolf growled at him. She was the reason I was still lucid, I realized.

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