The S-Gene: Bethanie (Book #2)

The Savior

DAMIAN

What did he do?

What in the fucking hell did he do?

He had done so well, so freaking well. He had felt her, out there. In the woods. Tumbling around, so loud, so obnoxious about her presence. She might as well have been walking around wearing a giant bullseye. She kept giving herself away. Not to mention all the scratches, and the blood rising to the surface of her skin.

But he stayed put, he did.

He wasn't like them, he was different. He was better.

Then that fucker showed up. Screwed it all. He should have let him have her. But he didn't. Fucking mommy issues rearing their ugly heads.

Now she was following him - like a lost puppy. He didn't know what he find more idiotic. The fact that she asked him to spend the night with him... or the fact that he agreed to that insanity.

She begged.

They warned him. It was hard when they begged. He thought... he didn't think it would be. He had seen a carrier before. Many times. But... this time? It was tugging at him.

Damian could outrun her. Leave her in the lurch. Then it would be daytime. He would sleep, forget about her... and she would have gone far away by then.

Oh, who the hell was he kidding? He wasn't going to sleep. How could he? She was like an itch, a sensation that made his skin crawl. He wouldn't rest. He didn't even need it anyway. Sometimes he laid there, staring at the lid. More often lately.

"Can you walk faster?"

Daybreak was a few minutes away and he didn't want to end his night by frying to death. Instantaneous combustion didn't sound like his cup of tea. Though, Damian was already aware of why she wasn't walking fast; she was injured.

But it was completely her own doing and he wasn't about to carry her so, if she wanted to follow him, she would have to figure it out. Maybe he should tell her but already he didn't want her there so. He was fucking stuck.

"I'm trying."

This time, there was a bit of bark to her words. Maybe she would smarten up soon and decide it was insane to be following him. He could trap her the second they were alone. Bite her, drain her of her blood, and leave her corpse there.

Or leave nothing behind.

Then again, someone was after her.

Other than the obvious vampires.

There was no reason for a carrier like her to be roaming about dressed like that if she wasn't running away from something - or rather someone. He could ask. But he wouldn't. The less he knew, the better. Damian already had a big idea of who could be behind this girl and he knew he wanted no part of it.

Yeah, like he wasn't already involved.

If she was one of theirs, they would find her. They always did. She didn't look knocked up, so, they had yet to properly make use of her.

Minutes ticked away, the dark navy blue sky turning orange and his neck tensed as his home finally came into view. He didn't pause, he didn't wait for her, he didn't say anything. But he expected her to say something and she did not disappoint.

"I-is this where you live?"

He tilted his head enough to see parts of her, but not enough so her face was visible to him. "Problem with it sweetcheeks? You're welcome to stay somewhere else. You're the one who begged for my help. If you need something more luxurious, head left."