Blood Red (88 page)

Vivi Anna

Red moaned as Wolf ground into her. She grabbed onto him, tearing at his shirt. She needed to feel his skin, his hot flesh against her fingers.

Wolf moved his hands down her arms. He moved them over her breasts. He squeezed and molded them. His hands continued down to her hips. He held her there as he bent down to her lips.

Red tilted her head to meet his mouth. She closed her eyes. Wolf skimmed her chin with his lips and bent to her ear. His hot breath blew across her lobe.

“I love you. Now run.”

Red’s eyes went wide as she felt the knife at her leg slip out of its sheath.

She felt Drake’s body stiffen as the knife was plunged into his side. The spell broke. Red ducked down and moved out from between the two men. She stepped back and watched as Wolf drove the knife further into Drake’s body.

“Run Red! Fulfill the prophecy!”

“No! I can not leave you. I…I love you too much.”

Drake pushed back on Wolf, causing him to stumble backwards. He grabbed onto the knife’s hilt.

“Go. You must follow your destiny.” Wolf glanced at her.

“No, I fear I have seen the future. I do not want to lose you.”

“You will not. I promise you. Now go!”

Red picked up her sword from the floor and ran.

She glanced back one last time before she disappeared into the hall. Drake had pulled out the knife. He held it up to his eyes. Blood dripped from it. Wolf stood before him, his ax ready in his hands.

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Red closed her eyes against the well of tears. She turned away and ran down the hall to her destiny, but somehow she thought she was leaving her true destiny behind.

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The hall was the same. It had the fabric hangings and wall mirror just like the one she remembered from her dreams, her memories from her childhood. As Red crept down the hall the first stirrings of fear swirled in her stomach. The large wooden doors loomed up ahead. She did not want to near them, let alone go through them. For the second time in her life, she was mortally afraid.

Red stopped in front of the doors. She could feel the power through them. It was like they were a living-breathing thing. She was afraid to touch them in case they moved. What if they opened up and swallowed her whole?

She shook her head to toss away the fearful thoughts. She was no longer a little girl. She was a grown woman, with a body of iron and a heart of steel. She had remade herself into a warrior, a fighting machine. Fear was not an option.