Dream Huntress (A Dreamseeker novel) (Entangled Ignite) by Michelle Sharp Read Free Book Online

Once, twice, the third time he succeeds. In the silence, he twists and turns to pull up his pants, but an unused condom falls to the floorboard.
    “Oh, shit.” Blood from his ear drips on her chest. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” He uses his shirt to soak up the blood.
    “It’s not going to matter now,” the girl whispers. “You’ll pay. I know who you are. I’ll always remember what you did.”
    He’s the one crying as he pulls her out of the car and drags her behind the trees. “I’m so fucking sorry, but you left me no choice.” Then he chokes the last bit of breath out of her.

Chapter Three
    Ty tried to walk away from Jordan and leave the whole damn mess behind. He even stood cursing in the hallway for a few seconds before walking back inside and slamming the door.
    Lord knew he had his own objectives, and babysitting the puzzle in the next room wasn’t on his to-do list. He even tried telling himself he stayed because of the orders from the nurse. But the truth was, in spite of her being a pain in the ass, he liked her.
    Actually, like was probably too tame a word to describe the live wire of attraction that buzzed between them. She certainly stirred something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Not this strongly anyway. He was still on the fence about whether it was blinding insanity or just bone-deep lust.
    Probably lust. It had been months since he’d felt anything but a thirst for revenge. It figured that his body would pick now to spring to life.
    Jordan certainly wasn’t the only eye-catching blonde who’d crossed his path. In fact—he looked around her weird, little apartment—he had no idea how she’d burrowed so deep under his skin in only a matter of hours. She had a maddening stubborn streak, a tongue she wielded like a well-aimed sword, and possibly the worst taste in decorating he’d ever seen.
    So why the hell couldn’t he leave her alone?
    Probably because he knew all too well what dangers lurked inside Buck’s.
    Plopping down on her sofa, he slipped the small ring from his pocket and hooked it on the tip of his pinky. He twisted it around and around as light arced off the shiny metal. The ring never failed to remind him of what could be lost when a whole town chose to bury its head in the sand. Even he had ignored the danger lurking right under his nose.
    Never again.
    He couldn’t change the past, but he’d change Arlo Buck’s future if it killed him. First, though, he was getting Jordan out of the nightclub. Even if nothing transpired between them, he’d be damned if Buck was going to suck her into his seedy world.
    He leaned back on the old, musty couch. It was surprisingly comfortable in spite of how ugly the damn thing was. Resting his eyes, he started to doze. It couldn’t have been longer than an hour before he was startled awake.
    Jerking upright, he focused on the sounds in the building.
    A door slammed. A car rumbled through the parking lot. Nothing unusual.
    Then…moaning. Crying. Something crashing to the floor. Those sounds were coming from Jordan’s bedroom.
    He sprinted to her door and opened it. In the shadows, he saw her huddled in a corner of the bed. He crossed to her nightstand and turned on the bedside lamp.
    Her cheeks glowed bright red. A sheen of sweat covered her face and dampened her hair. He bent to feel her cheek for fever. As soon as he touched her, she began to thrash, tossing side to side, crying, tearing at the sheets, clawing at her throat as if she were choking.
    He grabbed her hands to pull them from her neck.
    A shrill scream tore from her throat. Jerking free, she swung a fist that connected with his cheek.
    Startled, he pulled back but noticed her eyes were still closed. “Jordan. Jordan, wake up.” Was it the head injury? Maybe she needed an ambulance.
    “Jordan,” he said louder, grabbing her wrists again. He pinned her arms against the bed to keep her from hurting herself. “Jordan, stop it. Wake up.”
    Her eyes sprang open, but the blank,