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Out of nowhere, something hit me—no, collided into me—and I fell hard to the ground, landing on my face. Molten coppery liquid mixed with dirt and cracked leaves filled my mouth. What hit me? Facing the ground, I used my hands to push up, but as I did something hard rammed into my stomach. I gasped in pain as it rammed me again, causing me to spit the dirty blood from my mouth. I felt pressure on my back, like something was on top of me, smashing me harder into the ground below.
Where are my powers? Where are my advanced strength and senses? Damn it! Did blocking Stone’s powers cause me to become powerless? Multiple failed attempts to use my pyrokinesis only led me to mental exhaustion. I desperately tried to lift up again, pushing as hard as I could. Nothing. What could possibly be holding me down? I tried again to get up but still couldn’t budge. Maybe if I could get a glimpse of what the hell was holding me down, I could figure out how to get it off. Straining, I turned my head to the side, and as I did pain shot through the back of my neck, torturous, agonizing, throbbing. Something was trying to rip off my head!
Waves of tormenting pain spread all over my body. A prickling burn seared my skin—everywhere, all over. I couldn’t take it anymore. It was excruciating. My spine crunched. Did it break? I don’t know, couldn’t tell, couldn’t move. But at least I wasn’t dead. Feeling pain, no matter how bad it was, meant I was still alive. If the intentions of whatever, whoever, held me down were to kill me, then surely I’d be long gone by now.
Something grabbed the hair on the back of my head, low by my neck. A hand. Someone’s hand. It yanked up hard. I cried out, gasping and wailing. It let me go and I fell forward, dead leaves scratching and poking my face.
I lay there a minute, unable to move. My body hadn’t started healing yet. Crap! How was I going to get out of this mess? Think, just think. But my thoughts were cloudier than a sky with an approaching thunderstorm. There was something wet, slimy, slithering across my ear. I tried to shake my head but could barely move. My chest felt tight. My stomach turned and twisted. There were lumps in my throat, and my whole body ached and trembled.
I heard a voice—low, hushed, deep. “Hello Abigail. It has been too long since we last saw each other. Far too long indeed.”
Out of nowhere, something hit me—no, collided into me—and I fell hard to the ground, landing on my face. Molten coppery liquid mixed with dirt and cracked leaves filled my mouth. What hit me? Facing the ground, I used my hands to push up, but as I did something hard rammed into my stomach. I gasped in pain as it rammed me again, causing me to spit the dirty blood from my mouth. I felt pressure on my back, like something was on top of me, smashing me harder into the ground below.
Where are my powers? Where are my advanced strength and senses? Damn it! Did blocking Stone’s powers cause me to become powerless? Multiple failed attempts to use my pyrokinesis only led me to mental exhaustion. I desperately tried to lift up again, pushing as hard as I could. Nothing. What could possibly be holding me down? I tried again to get up but still couldn’t budge. Maybe if I could get a glimpse of what the hell was holding me down, I could figure out how to get it off. Straining, I turned my head to the side, and as I did pain shot through the back of my neck, torturous, agonizing, throbbing. Something was trying to rip off my head!
Waves of tormenting pain spread all over my body. A prickling burn seared my skin—everywhere, all over. I couldn’t take it anymore. It was excruciating. My spine crunched. Did it break? I don’t know, couldn’t tell, couldn’t move. But at least I wasn’t dead. Feeling pain, no matter how bad it was, meant I was still alive. If the intentions of whatever, whoever, held me down were to kill me, then surely I’d be long gone by now.
Something grabbed the hair on the back of my head, low by my neck. A hand. Someone’s hand. It yanked up hard. I cried out, gasping and wailing. It let me go and I fell forward, dead leaves scratching and poking my face.
I lay there a minute, unable to move. My body hadn’t started healing yet. Crap! How was I going to get out of this mess? Think, just think. But my thoughts were cloudier than a sky with an approaching thunderstorm. There was something wet, slimy, slithering across my ear. I tried to shake my head but could barely move. My chest felt tight. My stomach turned and twisted. There were lumps in my throat, and my whole body ached and trembled.
I heard a voice—low, hushed, deep. “Hello Abigail. It has been too long since we last saw each other. Far too long indeed.”
Crimson Groves by Ashley Robertson
Abigail Tate was a normal human girl. Until the day Bronx the vampire barges into her life and turns her against her will. Held captive while forced to deal with never ending cravings for blood, Abby prays for a way to escape. Only when an opportunity arises, it's with the aid of an innocent human named Tyler--except vampires are forbidden to interact with the unbitten. But Abby quickly learns this human has secrets of his own...secrets that can either help her or get her killed. Only Abby discovers that she was the one with the biggest secret of them all.
**June 2012 Extras added to the e-book version only (including the first chapter of the sequel Crimson Flames (book #2 of The Crimson Series)
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