Alliances (Guardians of White Light, #1) by F.J. Gale Read Free Book Online Page B

was the most coveted, the richest and most tempting of all human blood. It all made sense now. His reactions to her. Her nervousness. Her anxiety and reluctance to lie beside him, to let him see her stripped down. Luke had been right; he really had been apart from the world. A few years back he would have made the connection in mere moments.
    “What?” she demanded.
    He realized he had been staring at her for a good many seconds. She started to move away but his hand stopped her, gripping her arm. “Show me.”
    She met his imploring gaze and then her expression softened. She removed the choker and placed it on the bedside table beside her. And then she nodded her permission. He moved closer until their bodies were touching. His fingers gently brushed her hair aside. She flinched from his icy fingers against the side of her neck. She felt him trace his index finger over the scar there.
    “I thought you didn’t fuck vampires, my dear?”
    “I don’t,” she snapped, incensed by the accusation.
    “This scar says otherwise. Someone has clearly had their fill of you.”
    “It wasn’t by choice. I was attacked.”
    “What?” he asked, incredulous.
    “I was attacked by one of your kind,” she said again. “I’m a slayer. Why are you so surprised?”
    He drew back, shocked at what she was claiming. “ Because , it’s unheard of. There are only two scenarios where a vampire will only graze and draw a limited amount of blood without killing the human in question: feeding and sex. When a vampire is biting to kill , it is impossible to stop—to withdraw fangs. The action is too intense. As soon as the bite is made, the victim is already as good as dead. What you are telling me is not possible...I have never heard of this before.”
    “Well there’s a first time for everything, I guess. Because here I am. Alive.”
    “When a vampire is about to feed he's at his strongest. His strength exceeds a human’s tenfold, Jenna.”
    “I'm a slayer. It’s my job to kill them , not the other way around.”
    “Slayers rarely make it to your age, because when it comes down to it, no matter how well trained they are, they cannot match our strength. They're only human, not supernatural.”
    She pulled away. “Let’s just sleep. I’m tired.”
    Mathias saw something in her eyes. She was holding back information from him. There was more to this than she was willing to share. He needed to know. He couldn’t risk working with someone he knew so little about. He glared at her, willing her to tell him.
    After several minutes elapsed with him refusing to break his almost hypnotic gaze, her agitation reached fever pitch and she blurted out, “I’m The Hunter.”
    She watched his expression morph from one of intrigue, to disbelief and all the way up the scale to outrage. His eyes flashed with betrayal and a flicker of hurt.
    She gasped as he suddenly lunged at her and grabbed her left arm roughly. He gripped it, pinching the skin as he examined it. She knew what he was looking for. The mark. Word had spread over the years. She knew he was well aware that the supposed myth of The Hunter was anything but.
    A three-inch scar etched into her inner forearm stared blatantly back at him. A simple outline of a circle with a jagged line cutting right through it. It was the mark of one affected by the magic of the Sorceress—an infamously powerful sorceress who dealt in both white and black magic. The mark symbolized an interruption to the normal circle of life. The power the Sorceress had bestowed upon Jenna was an abomination to the natural flow of things. It was a slap in the face to Mother Nature and her natural order. Jenna was the only living example, making her all the more infamous, not just in the vampire world, but the entire supernatural realm. Some referred to the magic as a blessing, a gift. Others condemned it as a curse. To Jenna, it was both.
    “Why didn’t you tell me?” Mathias demanded, his eyes still fixed on the