Chains of Frost: The Bellum Sisters 1 by T. A. Grey, Regina Wamba Read Free Book Online

suggestion.
Bastard. Handsome bastard with a nasty scar that kept drawing her gaze. What
was the story behind it? Every scar had a story, no matter how simple. Never
mind, it didn’t matter. She was getting the hell out of here.
    “I’m rather tired. I’d like to go
now.” That is if I even get my own room. She swore that if he tried to put her
in his own bed, he was going to lose his balls by the end of the night.
    He gave a clipped nod then strode
toward her. Her heart kicked up again. If she plastered herself any more
thoroughly against the door, she’d carve herself into it. Whatever she thought
he was going to do, it wasn’t to reach behind her and grab the door handle. His
hand touched hers, which had curled tightly around the brass. She squealed,
jumping at his unexpected touch. The action sent a series of events into
motion.
    Chloe jerked her hand away from
the shocking, scalding heat of his hand. The quick motion dislodged the knot of
her towel and sent the scrap of cloth fluttering to a pool around her naked
feet. As her wide eyes shot to his, she bent forward to try to cover her
nakedness. The commander, Tyrian en Kulev’s expression was something she would
never, ever forget.
    The cool, indifferent blue of his
eyes ran quickly over her nipples, stomach, and sex. Those ice blue eyes
widened a fraction, flared, and burned her with the intensity of their heat.
Chloe gasped in a mix of surprise and pleasure. Stupidly she wondered if the
commander had any idea how…seductive, intoxicating, sexy , he looked
right now.
    The bloom of heat that unfurled
from inside her couldn’t be stopped, nor could the thought of him taking her
into his arms and kissing her. Do it, she pleaded silently to his
downcast eyes. How did he make her go so quickly from wanting escape to wanting
to be in his arms?
    He blinked and took one hard step
back. The spell broke like glass shattering. He didn’t meet her eyes, but
pulled down the door handle and opened it. It was as if the moment never
happened.
    “Draven,” he called out. A second
later, a tall warrior appeared at the door. His eyes instantly hit hers and a
grin spread across his face as his eyes trailed down her body in a purely
masculine sweep. His appearance didn’t have the intensity that Tyrian’s had,
nor did it warm her body in hot anticipation. She recognized the warrior as one
she’d twice punched solidly in the face before he captured her.
    Before she had a chance to move,
Tyrian flashed before her, picking up the towel and wrapping it around her. She
had only a brief glance, but it was enough to see the anger in his eyes. At her
or at the warrior? Another flare of heat sparked inside her, warming her blood
like hot syrup.
    The warrior named Draven nodded
at her, and at Tyrian’s orders, led her to her room. Chloe ached to look back
at the commander, which was silly and all kinds of stupid. She was…attracted to
him. Literally, the absolute last thing she’d expected when she learned she was
his. A warmth washed over her back. Was he watching her right now as his guard
led her away?
    Surprisingly, insanely, the
thought of spending her new moon with the commander was not unpleasant. Chloe
followed the guard and wondered what her sisters would do in this situation.
     

Chapter Six
     
     
    Willow stepped off the train,
tucked her chin to her chest, and kept walking. It didn’t take long for her to
feel that same presence behind her as if she was being watched—or followed.
    How was that possible? He
couldn’t be here already. She barely resisted the urge to turn her head around
and scan the area for anyone suspicious. She found herself starting to turn but
snapped her head forward. She would not give in to this man in any way. It was
a man, too. She’d felt his masculine presence ever since she’d left London.
    She’d even gone so far as to
randomly get off at some stop in the west of France only to hop onto another
train that would take her into Spain