Jacky studied Dominic as he poured her a glass of wine. He was the same man and yet… he seemed so different. His eyes weren’t quite the right shade.
She could have sworn that Dominic had dark, stormy blue eyes but they were black as night now as he looked her way.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
Jacky heard the slightest bit of suspicion in his voice and nearly frowned. Something seemed so very wrong. Her head was starting to hurt and she knew that her body was preparing for a vision.
Jacky hadn’t blocked a vision in a very long time but she couldn’t risk passing out here and now so she pushed back at the symptoms with all her force. It was a mental struggle as well as a physical one. Dominic noticed her clenched jaw and stepped closer.
“You look a bit pale. Here, drink this, you’ll feel much better,” he smiled, offering her the glass of wine.
Jacky forced a smile on her face as she reached for the glass. She held it in her hand but didn’t take a sip.
Her head was aching, her whole body felt hot, and she was getting flashes of images through her mind; obviously the vision was too powerful to fully block.
Jacky saw the glass of wine she held shattered on the ground, the blood-red liquid staining the plush carpet and inching closer to the limp form her body had become when she collapsed. The image lasted a second, maybe two, but Jacky felt as if the vision lasted much longer.
“No,” she tried not to gasp, “I don’t think I should drink just yet. I haven’t had anything to eat.”
It was a terrible lie; a weak excuse. Jacky knew he could see right through it but she hoped to buy herself some time to come up with something better.
“Besides,” she added, “You haven’t told me about this offer of yours. It’s the purpose of tonight… right?”
Dominic grinned as he looked at the glass she was offering back. The grin was laced with some emotion that, to Jacky, seemed the slightest bit hostile.
This Dominic certainly wasn’t the one she had met at Paris’ shopping district.
Who was he?
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Ryder wasn’t all too happy about handing Anaïs a gun but he couldn’t allow her to accompany him unarmed. He wished he had put her on that plane but knew that they didn’t have the time to spare.
Anaïs didn’t know Dominic’s address so he had to make a bunch of calls to attain that vital piece of information. It wasn’t the only part of the puzzle that needed collecting; there was still the issue of Dominic’s voicemail message. Where did that fit in? What did it mean?
“Stop thinking so loud,” Anaïs frowned at him, “You’re worried.”
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Amour éternel
VampireAnais lost her dear Jacque a very long time ago because she didnt believe in his love. Now, hundreds of years later, in a chance meeting, she comes across a man who looks exactly the same as her beloved. His name is Ryder and he says he has had a vi...
