After discovering she's a descendant of Hades, Avery must find a way to escape those hunting her and ultimately choose between her two opposing soulmates.
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Once Avery Stavros...
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Blazing Fire
I WOKE UP drenched in sweat and ran out of breath as if I'd been running. I tried to calm my breathing only to have my heart jump when I heard his deep voice asking, "are you okay?"
I slid my gaze to the left and saw Vladimir. His face beaded with sweat as his vivid dark green eyes looked at me from beneath his ridiculously long lashes. "Are you okay?" asked him once again.
I swallowed convulsively and nodded. "Bad dream," I shrugged it off as if it was nothing.
"Let me guess." His fingers rubbed his chin as he gave it a thought. "Zombies?"
I laughed. "No. It's been a while since I had a zombie nightmare. Dang, I think I miss having Jesse Eisenberg or Andrew Lincoln in my dreams."
Vlad leaned forward and kissed my forehead gently. "Well, good thing the only girl I dream about is you so I can wake up in the morning and do this." He put one finger under my chin and lifted it up as he gave me one hell of a kiss.
As usual, the sleepiness was gone almost in an instant.
He pulled away and winked. "Good morning."
"Morning." I was about to pull him down for another kiss when the noise of the tent zipper being open prompted me. It was Spyridon.
"Good morning, Lady Stavros." He nodded then slid his gaze to Vlad as he continued his greeting, "Lord Ambrosia."
We replied to him with a short "morning" in unison.
"We have to move. It is unwise to stay more than a night when the faction can catch up with us any time."
Vlad nodded. "We'll be right behind you."
Once Spyridon left, I put my head on his shoulder and groaned. "Ugh, I hate this."
"I know," replied Vladimir softly. "But for now, there's nothing we can do but run. We can't let them catch you."
There was something in his voice that set off warning bells in my head. I looked up and found those dark green eyes staring back at me with so much love and sadness. "Vlad?"
He didn't say anything but smiled. We stared at each other for one full minute before he stood and offered me his hand. "Let's go."
Eight hours. We had been walking for eight hours straight without so much as a ten minutes break. My legs were tired, my muscles were tight, and my breathing was harsh. "Can we stop for a five minutes break?" I put one hand on the tree beside me to help me stand. "You know even those trained athletes take a break every now and then."
Spyridon's eyes showed no place to argue and his voice was as hard as his stare when he said, "We have to move. Now."
"Geez, Zeus!" I took one step and almost fell to my death as my legs buckled. As always, Vlad was there to catch my arm and prevent me from falling. "Thanks."
