Eternal Captive: Mark of the Vampire by Laura Wright Read Free Book Online

hard and sick.
    Who might have Bronwyn.
    He looked up at Synjon and the dread in his eyes must’ve been blatant. “Wasn’t Nicky.”
    Synjon cocked his head to the side and said slowly, “Bronwyn said—”
    “She didn’t know.” Lucian spat blood. “Wouldn’t know. Not until she got close up anyway.” His gut clenched and rolled. This was serious now, not just busting the balls of Bronwyn’s mate.
    “What the bloody hell are you going on about, Frosty?” Synjon said with harsh impatience.
    “Call me that again and I will gut you,” Lucian spat back. He needed to think, to plan—to get to his brothers. Shit, Bronwyn had to be scared to death. Why would that
paven
take her—?
    “Wake up!” Synjon glared at him. “Do you know where Bronwyn is, or not?”
    “I know who she’s with.”
    “Share with the class, please,” Synjon said through gritted teeth. “How big of a problem are we talking?”
    “We need to get to my brothers. Now.” Lucian stepped right into the
paven
’s face. “They’re in Provence. Touch down near the center of Lorgues. Go!”
    “You’d better have answers as soon as we drop.” Syn’s arms wrapped around Lucian and they were gone from Paris, the Tower, and the blinking city lights in a flash of time and color.
    Shaking, sweating, and terrified, Bronwyn stood with her feet buried deep in warm sand, facing the Beast who had ripped her away from her Veracou. “You’re Nicholas’s twin.”
    “You should know that,” he said, his diamond eyes flat, contained. “You were the one who discovered and announced my existence, were you not?”
    How did he know that? Bronwyn wondered, her breath coming fast in and out of her lungs. How did he know what went on in the Romans’ home? Or hers? Her eyes moved over his face. “You are like your brother and yet…”
    “There is no brotherhood,” the Beast interrupted. “The
paven
and I share DNA, nothing more.”
    In her fear, Bronwyn fought for understanding, but there were so many questions in her mind, and none more important than this one: “What is this place?”
    “A reality.”
    Reality? Her mind spun back, gathering and circling information—things she remembered from her research, from all of her years of study. Realities were the territory of the Eternal Order. Were they behind this madness? What the hell was going on? “Why am I here? What do you want with me?” The panicked trill in her voice was evident and she hated it. It wouldn’t do to have a breakdown or show this animal her tears. She had to fight—fight her way off this reality and get back to her own.
    “You have a purpose,
Veana
,” the Beast said to her, still holding on to her arms—not painfully, but solidly, resolutely. “You have been brought here to lay with the one who will be the next Breeding Male.”
    Bronwyn’s face drained of blood. “What?”
    She mentally shook her head against his words. She hadn’t heard him. Hadn’t heard him…This couldn’t be! She’d mated with Synjon! She belonged to him—only to him. Did her parents or the Order—someone in the
credenti
—find out that she’d tricked them? That Syn wasn’t her true mate?
    She locked eyes with the Beast, and for one brief moment she swore she saw a trace of humanity in his gaze. But it was gone in an instant.
    “The Breeding Male will come for you,” he said without a trace of emotion.
    Air left Bronwyn’s lungs. She tasted bile in her throat, felt blood thunder in her ears. Pounding, pounding the march of terror and madness. This couldn’t betrue. Couldn’t be happening. She started to shake so violently that her knees suddenly lost their ability to remain solid and strong.
    “You will be his way home,” the Beast continued, holding her steady as he described her nightmare come to life, “to his creator and the one who waits for him.”
    She shook her head, tears burning her eyes, spilling down her cheeks—she couldn’t do a thing to stop them now. Just as