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Chapter 1

Flee to safety

The night was cool but something was different tonight. There was heat all around me. So much had changed since I almost lost him. It was all misunderstood. She had used him and warped his mind. He loves me. Now the world is falling apart and I am unsure of myself.

"Z, can we at least talk about this?" Erik yelled as I tried to run but his hold on me was greater than my own strength.

"What?" I scowled, "So you can mock me some more and call me slut?"

His hold around me tightened again and I wanted to cry.

" Let go Erik!" I yelled wanted to get back to Loren. "You're hurting me!"

That was all it took for him to loosen his grip but now he snatched my wrist and made me look at him.

"Why Z, why do you torture me like this when I love you?" the words hit me like bullets, I twisted every which way but it was no good.

"He loves me," I growled and I saw the passion in his eyes.

His lips met mine and I struggled but I couldn't turn away from his wet luscious lips. He used to be so sweet, and I use to love him. Now I had to run but I couldn't move. It hurt to move.

I finally broke from the kiss. This was the second time that he had kissed me today. I ran and I knew he was following. Tears were flowing down my cheeks and I wanted to hide away in the poets loft. I tripped up the stairs and Erik tried to help me up each time but I pushed him away.

"Z, please don't do this to me."

I burst through the door of Loren's room and locked it behind me. When Loren saw me he tried to crawl off the bed, but still it pained him too much. I dropped my books on the floor at the sound of Erik's pounding at the door. Then I dove into Loren's arm where I was safe. I was sobbing heavily and he wrapped me up in the blankets with him and stroked my hair.

"Shh, my love, it's all right. I'm here." His voice reminded me of my grandmother's lavender farms. It was soothing and suddenly the world fell into place again.

I wiped my eyes with my sleeve and he smiled at me. He took my chin between his thumb and forefinger and then pressed his forehead against mine.

"Now what has my priestess all upset?" he asked with a calming tone as he pulled my head down to his exposed chest.

I touched his muscles softly with the pads of my fingers, afraid that I might damage his muscular perfections.

He had almost died, I had sworn he was dead and that our imprint was gone, but no. My love saved him. Now he is healing from his near death experience and I never want to lose him.

"Erik," I murmured as I hid from his eyes.

With his forefinger he traced my lips and he felt them quiver.

"What has he done?" he growled as he kissed my jaw line.

"Kissed me," was all I could manage. I was aching and he knew it, too.

He wrapped his arms around me so that I was safe and surrounded by him.

"He humiliated me, Loren, in front of my entire drama class."

He stroked my hair gently until there was a knocking at the door.

"Z, please," Erik begged but I only grunted loudly.

Loren slid out of the bed carefully. He limped a bit but he managed to look strong. He opened the door and stared down at Erik.

"Leave," he breathed and Erik shook his head. "She wants nothing to do with you, let the priestess be."