DreamKeeper by Storm Savage Read Free Book Online Page B

connection of his stage clothes, his focus would have to reach a deeper level in order to create a new supernatural pathway.
    He’d said it to her several times. No fear. And taught her how to control her telepathy.
    Mon Coeur…my heart…reach out to me.
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    Angel forced her eyes open against the throbbing in her head. What happened? Where am I? She grappled with her thoughts, trying to recall the last thing she’d seen or heard. Hands—many hands grabbing and pulling. Then suffocating darkness before everything went blank. At least they’ve removed the blindfold.
    Glancing down at her attire, she saw that her robe was still tied and didn’t appear to have any damage. As the fog began to lift, she did a mental and visual inspection of her body. Her hands and feet were still secured by nylon rope. Other than the sting of rope-burn and a massive headache, she didn’t feel any signs of invasion. Thank God they didn’t rape me!
    Lifting her bound hands to her neck, she stretched a finger to feel for fresh bite marks. Surprisingly, only the vague soreness from Savaant’s most recent bite remained. They didn’t bite me either . She sighed in relief. What do they want then?
    Gazing around at her surroundings, she noted they had left her in a cave of some type. Sunlight streaked through an opening about a hundred feet away. I must’ve been out cold all night. Was it just one night? She had no way of knowing but didn’t think her captivity had been very long. Her stomach wasn’t rumbling with hunger yet, though she did feel thirsty. There would be no point in screaming only to drain her energy and make her already parched throat worse.
    Shadows filtered into the sunlight as several beings entered the cave. Fear crept into her soul. Are they coming to carry out their plan now that I’m conscious? As they drew closer Angel noticed one of her captors appeared to be female.
    “Well, well, you don’t look so impressive now. Not exactly the image I had in mind for Savaant’s Senhora Do Sangue .”
    “I guess not,” Angel snarled. “Maybe you’re not so averse to tasting a man’s blood as you claimed.”
    “Can you blame me? What woman wouldn’t want Savaant as her soul mate? But he won’t even consider me as long as you’re available.” Ciara let out a mocking laugh. “And you thought you’d be that woman. Such a naïve little tart you are! I think Blade will be a much better match for you . And after Blade claims you as his own, Savaant will be wide open…longing for comfort. I’ll be right there to give it to him.”
    Several men formed a circle around Angel. Their lusty eyes increased her anxiety. No doubt these men intended to bite her neck for the high Savaant had spoken of. She wondered if any among them sought to steal her power. Her eyes darted from one to another. They had a better than average appearance for renegade males. None were ugly or scraggly. Even so, they could’ve all looked like Orlando Bloom and she still wouldn’t want anyone except Savaant.
    “Back off, boys,” Ciara commanded. “I have strict orders to keep her pure.”
    She looked away, utterly disgusted. Even though Ciara was keeping these men away, the thought of Blade touching her left a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Lead singer or not, her heart belonged to Savaant and so did her body. The thought of any other man putting his hands on her made her inwardly cringe.
    “Aw, don’t look so glum. At least I’m not turning you over to this pack of hungry males.” Ciara paused with a longing sigh. “Yet, I wouldn’t mind sharing my blood with these handsome scoundrels. Don’t even think of making a break for it. I’ll let them take you in a New York minute whether Blade likes it or not, if you try to escape.”
    Refusing to give her the satisfaction of a response, Angel pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Savaant had surely begun searching for her. She sighed nervously, trying to