Bloodlines (ON HOLD)

Chapter Ten

Hey guys! Since it took us so long to upload chapter nine, we figured you guys deserved this littel treat! This chapter is super long, so i hope it makes up for our absence.

We will be uploading chapters weekly-most likely every thursday.

oh and this is in Ladon's view again, because Taryn isn't really involved in this and neither is Atira, so you'll be getting a little one-on-one with Nate and Ladon. (:

Also, read read read and comment comment comment. we need to know what we can do to make this story better so that you'll enjoy!

Okay, Caitlin is done rambling. Read on.

Oh! I lied, ps. (just for hailey's poor memory, hehe), Ladon is not pronounced "LUH-DON", it's "LAY-DEN". just thoguht i'd inform you guys!

Love you and God bless all, voters included!

-caitlin xx

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Ladon

We sat in the floor; both Taryn and I snuggled tightly into a cushioned sleeping bag as I ran my strong fingers through her silky strands of hair. She let her neck fall back, making the back of her head rest against my chest so that she was staring at the wooden ceiling. Her body was warm and comforting, tucked in my own. Next to us, just a couple feet away, Nate and Atira were lying in two separate sleeping bags, yet still Nate held her protectively. They weren’t as open as being a couple, but you could just tell they were with the way they looked at each other.

That, alone, was going to make my job much harder.

The stars outside the window twinkled to their brightest, accenting the moon’s charming glow. They danced off of Taryn’s face as she turned in the bag, facing me with wondering eyes.

“Ladon,” She whispered, giving a hopeful look as she let her beautiful hazel eyes bare into mine, “You believe me, right? I mean, about earlier. I’m not lying, I pr-”

I cut her off with a kiss to her forehead. The tender skin was amazingly hot for a girl who was shivering so much.

“Of course.” I whispered in honest reply, resting my chin gently on top of her head. I believed all of it because I’d heard all of it before, not that anyone in the shack knew.

My father made it clear that we weren’t going to be the only entourage of blood-thirsty assassins out there. He had made it so clear that the horrified images of people dying a brutal death stayed etched in my nightmares ever since I was told at five years old. And now- now I had to become one of those- murderers.

The thought of hurting Taryn sent icy flecks down my spine, matching Taryn’s trembling chin. I pulled the empty sleeping beg over us, trying to add more heat to her body. She was still shivering though, and the thought scared me. It was around sixty degrees out, she shouldn’t be shivering. The only explanation is that she could be sick, and I can’t risk her health.  

“T,” I lifted her a few inches above and away from me, with ease, “I need to go get a few things from your house. Stay here.” I told her with a velvety voice, shortly after I’d placed the back of my hand on her scolding forehead.

She nodded, zipping the bag free a little so I could slide out. Her long hair fell into her eyelashes as she bent over to help me get the blanket off. Helplessly, I kneeled next to her, taking her hand in mine and putting it under the sleeping bag. She let me, just watching my face carefully as I tucked the extra sleeping bag over the one she was in, lifting her body up for a few seconds so I could slip it over and around her. Still beside her, I quickly zipped the bag, leaning in to kiss her on the forehead for another time. I couldn’t help myself, it was an instinct. She was absolutely beautiful, sick or not. For a moment, as I brought myself to a full stance, she met my eyes with graciousness.