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Forever.
A God-awful stench ruins the moment.
Her male.
He screams her name in rage.
Wren.
A little bird making sweet music for the world.
Mylittle bird.
The name stitches itself on my heart, branding me as hers for all eternity.
Wren.
I could tear him limb from limb for screaming at her. If I could take my eyes off her, that is.
She turns and runs from me, even though I ask her to stay. I resist the urge to put compulsion behind my words, but barely. I feel my mind try to pull hers into mine, to take her will. Now though, she is triggering every instinct I have to chase her down, but I steele myself and instead move to the front of the store to better watch the events unfold.
Her human is in his car, and if I could compel him to leave her here alone, I would. Proximity is key. The most I can do is make the hairs on his neck stand up so he will look at me. I do, and I'm not ashamed to say I enjoy the fear I see within him. He does the first smart thing since they arrived at the store. He unlocks the car and lets her in. Their carts are to my right, and the smell of honeysuckle wafts over to me.
Wren’s bag.
I know it must hold her entire life, wallet, and personal items. Taking it from the cart, I rush outside just in time for them to peel away. She is shouting at him to stop so she can get her bag, but he ignores her, running off with my little human. My eyes narrow. I don’t like his temper.
Clouds above have threatened to storm for the last few hours and are finally making good on that promise.
No, this was the wrong time to have a temper with a fragile human in the car.
It doesn’t take much effort to follow them.
The storm overhead churns and begins in earnest as I make my way down the mountain, the little bird's bag still in hand. I track their progress, growling when I notice he is going much too fast.
It isn’t long before the worst happens, and I watch as their car careens out of control and goes down the mountainside.
Fear streaks through me as I rush to follow. The sound of groaning metal and shattering glass is cut off by a plop into the water. Goose Lake has a hold of them now. The car is upside down and sinking fast. I hear coughing and sputtering and spy the male dragging himself from the water, head bleeding and looking like he was half drowned. That’s when I hear her.
“Spencer… Spencer!”
The fuck?
He’d left her!
“HELP!”
Wren’s plea for assistance flutters across my mind and through my ears. My pace falters only for a moment. I hear it distinctly from the car sinking into the lake below me. Faintly, but I hear it. How the hell do I hear it in my mind as well?
“HELP ME, PLEASE!”
The male is still alive but passed out on the shore, and somehow my honeysuckle human is sending her screams directly into my mind. Confused, I shake my head but quickly continue my trek down the mountain.
This isn’t normal.
Humans don’t have telepathy.
Vampires get a mental connection with their mates and their mates only. Never while that mate is still human. Typically, there is a heightened sense of attraction, like the spell we were under back in the store. This is most unusual.
