Soniador
"Alysha-"
His voice splintered and fled, but somehow the words continued. "I'm so sorry." A rush of emotions tore through her, each an unexpected jolt. A crippling ache. Warmth, concern, desire, longing, fear... and one she couldn't quite put a name to. "I couldn't help it." Her mind rebelled against the intrusion, searching for some way to force him out of her head. The silken assault was unyielding and suddenly her steel walls were less than tin. And when she heard her name again in that velvety soft not-voice, they shattered.
She tensed for the agony, the acrid rain that she knew would pummel and consume her a heartbeat after he broke through but - nothing. He was simultaneously naught and all. He was air and sun. Distinct, but an intertwined. He bathed her in light and color, and for a moment - just a moment - she saw her memories through his eyes. Saw herself smile on the runway and felt his passion. Heard herself laugh at a TV program and felt the pulsing warmth. And she felt him stumble, as she always did, on her memories from the night her parents died. Saw the agony and the endless, endless blood. But this time, the rage she felt wasn't hers alone.
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Alysha Stone's world is shattered at the tender age of fifteen when her parents are brutally murdered. Stranded and helpless, she desperately searches for a way out and finds one in the most unexpected of places: the runway. By day, she stalks the catwalk -but by night, she stalks something far deadlier. When she finally hunts him down, is she prepared for exactly what she finds?