Skins

AN: Sorry it took so long to update. I know this is pretty short but think of it as a teaser for Ch. 13.

Ch. 12: Betrayed

BPOV

I felt like such a douche for proposing to Alice the way I had. The only defense I had was that I needed her to know how important she was to me. My timing had been complete shit; I wish my rational side would've jumped in to stop me. The searing pain in my heart from hurting the woman I love was crippling. It was so bad that I had to leave school. Alice found me curled up in the fetal position, bawling when school had let out.

"Shhh, everything is fine. I know you're in Warrior mode at the moment and it's common for warriors to want to marry those they love before they're shipped off to battle. The difference is that this battle involves you trying to seduce an enemy into exposing himself. You'll make it up to me, when the time is right," my mate soothed.

It wasn't long after I calmed down and cleaned myself up, that the Devil himself called. Mike decided that he wanted to take me to dinner tonight, instead of tomorrow night. His arrogance that I'd be willing to go out now would be his undoing. I agreed, and we resolved to meet up at the Tiger Lilly, the only Chinese restaurant in Port Angeles. There was just enough time to shower then change before I needed to head out.

Alice had called the others so they knew that the timetable for this little operation had been pushed up. I kissed her cheek in reassurance that everything was going according to plan then headed for my Saab.

I heard a soft pop then felt a sting in my side before I had made it to my car. My eyes were barely able to focus on the dart that stuck from my side, and then knock it to the ground before my knees buckled. Movement drew my increasingly fuzzy attention. Cormack St. Clair stepped from the shadows with a sneer.

"Bella, darlin', dinna take this personally, but yer skinwalker took my duster. I'll get it back once I safely deliver ya to him, minus any straps ya might be wearin'," he said unrepentantly as darkness finally claimed me.

I don't know how long I had been unconscious but when I awoke a few things were pretty clear. One, I was hanging from my wrists. Two, I wasn't wearing any clothes. Finally, Cormack was being handed his duster by an overly enthusiastic Mike Newton.

"Good, you're back with us. I was afraid I'd have to start my fun while you were still knocked out," the sick fuck cackled in anticipation.