chapter 5

Max's POV

We had been running for what had seemed like hours. We were under the cover of
the Ever Greens, but we could still hear the helicopters. We could run for as long as we
wanted to, but we couldn't keep this up for much longer Zack was losing blood and fast.

We fell, forever down into a bottomless pit, into the unknown darkness. Three
feet had covered the hole we had just fallen into, we had no way of knowing what had laid
beneath the snow. We finally hit the stone cold ground. Zack took most of the force from
the landed because her had made us spin in mid air so I wouldn't weaken myself any more.

There we lay in a heap with Zack on the bottom and me on top. We took a couple
of deep breaths before he broke the silence. "You okay, Maxie?"

"Yeah," I said.

I wanted to get to my feet, but I had lost myself in those crystal clear blue eyes.

"Zack...." I began, but he cut me off with a kiss.

One of his hands tangled itself in my dark curls and the other wrapped around my
waste pulling me closer, holding me to him. Soon clothes were thrown every where.

The next morning...

Zack's POV

I woke up, not really knowing where I was. Max's scent was in the air. All
around me, on me, in my mouth. I thought it had been another one of my dreams, but I
was wrong. My Dark Angel lay on her side with her head on my chest, running he fingers
across my ribs.

"Mornin'. Sleep well?" She asked.

I smiled at her and said, "It's been a long time since I had let my guards down long
enough to sleep."

"I never knew I had that affect on you." Max said.

"In your arms, I am safe." I said as I tucked a lose curl behind her left ear, "My leg
doesn't hurt any more."

"I fixed it while you were sleeping." Max said as she stood up.

Her beautiful body reviled to me once more. It turned me on. A low growl escaped my
throat.

"Oh no, there's plenty of time for that later. We have to keep moving." Max
promised as she helped me to my feet.

I couldn't help, but notice the bit marks on her neck. I smiled slyly as I touched
one. I had marked Max as mine last night.

"Yep, I am yours." She said as she kissed my fingers, "But you also belong to
me."

She touched my neck and traced her own bit marks.

"Come on," I said, "We better stop now or we'll never get out of the Rockies."

Max kissed me gently and then started to get dressed. For the first time in my life
Manicore was only a bad dream.


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