Eternal Captive: Mark Of The Vampire - Plot & Excerpts
She looked around for her nightgown, spotted it on the floor in a discarded puddle of white cotton. “No,” Lucian uttered, the word exiting his lips with a grave snarl. Naked and dripping wet, Bronwyn’s gaze shot to the paven, who one moment ago had had his eyes on her skin and his hands hovering near his cock. Now his gaze was pinned on the door, his growl for the one behind it. “It has to be the guards,” she said, stepping out of the tub, grabbing a towel. “The magical barriers the Order put into place wouldn’t allow anyone else to pass.” “The scent of Impure is weak,” he said, suspicion lacing his tone. “I don’t like it. Don’t want you anywhere near that door.” “You’ll like when we have the key.” As she quickly dried her limbs, there was another knock on the door, harder this time, more insistent. “Get lost or get bitten!” Lucian shouted at the wood. “Stop that now,” Bronwyn scolded as she grabbed her nightgown and pulled it over her head. She wasn’t altogether dry and the thin cotton fabric clung to every hill and valley she possessed.
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