Genevieve: A Witchblood Story (Witchblood Series) by Emma Mills Read Free Book Online

room. ‘Eva, come,’ he added as Eva stared once more at the woman in the doorway.
    As the door closed on the proprietor , Eva’s thoughts were disturbed and she suddenly became hyper-aware of the girl on the bed; of the blood pumping through her veins, her warmth, her life-force. With one easy jump Eva was on top of the startled girl, holding her hand across her mouth to stifle the sudden scream as she forced her back, her fangs erupting from her salivating mouth.
    ‘Eva , go easy,’ Sebastian said, joining her by the bed and whispering something soothing in the girl’s ear, quieting her whimpers as Eva’s teeth sank into her neck, until the girl’s eyes glazed over and she stopped struggling.
    ‘Eva , what did I say about drawing attention? You can’t terrify them like that. They will remember you!’
    Eva looked up from the girl . Sebastian looked cross, but with the girl’s fresh blood pooling on her tongue, cooling the fiery desert in her throat, she was unconcerned. She closed her eyes in ecstasy and shut out his disappointed face; and it was as she closed her eyes that the memory flitted across her eyelids. A soft face with tears flowing down her cheeks; a mother’s face full of love urging her to run away… her mother’s face. It was her mother! Her mother who wore that golden dress, her mother surrounded by peasants pulling at her clothes… That woman would pay!
    ‘No!’ Sebastian’s voice rang out, quick o n her heels as she pulled away from the sleeping girl and darted to the door. ‘Eva, I know what you saw. Eva, stop !’ But it had happened too fast and he was too late. Eva was already out of the door and gone.
    The woman’s scream ripped through the building seconds before Sebastian caught them. The woman’s eyes were already lifeless, her head hanging unnaturally, Eva’s hands squeezing her neck, the woman’s toes scraping against the floor as Eva slammed her repeatedly against the stone wall.
    ‘ Eva, stop !’ Sebastian shouted, and with his words Eva dropped the woman’s body and she fell to the floor.
    Sebastian darted to the salon door, locking them in and turned back to Eva who was kneeling by the woman pulling at the dress, snapping the woman’s arms in her hurry to free them from the dress.
    ‘Eva, what are you doing?’ Sebastian said quietly.
    ‘This was my mother’s dress,’ she said , finally pulling it free from the woman’s broken body.
    ‘We must go Eva, now !’ he said as someone pounded on the other side of the door.
    Opening the sash window he beckoned to Eva , who leapt through and landed two floors down with a soft thud.
    They were already in the lane opposite his house when the alarm rang out and the police began their search.
    ‘We shall have to lie low for a while now, Eva. What were you thinking?’ Sebastian demanded, his face furious.
    Confusion clouded Eva’s face.
    ‘I’m not sure… I can’t remember… but this dress... it means something. All I knew was that woman shouldn’t have been wearing it.’
    Sebastian sighed.
    ‘It’s my fault. I thought your past was behind you. Eva, that dress belonged to your mother. The peasants ripped it from her body and fought over it,’ he said.
    ‘Yes I remember now. That’s what I saw. I saw my mother, but I can’t remember what happened,’ she added.
    ‘You don’t want to. Just forget it now. Give me the dress and I ’ll pack it in my trunk. We must be ready to leave quickly if the gendarmes come looking.’
    Eva handed the dress over and lay back on the bed. Rage continued to course through her body , but she had no real idea why. It was unsettling and eventually she left the bed and wandered over to the window, to watch the night. There were lamps being lit far across town, but so far the news had not reached the outskirts and their lane remained undisturbed.
    After an hour of packing and pacing the room irritably, Sebastian came to stand by the window and watch the lamp lights flickering in