Mystical Seduction: full-length sensual paranormal romance (The Protectors) by Dorothy McFalls Read Free Book Online Page B

that between them?
    Despite the summer heat, Faith tossed her covers over her
head and planned to stay under there forever.
    “Damn, girl!” Kimmi’s voice was muffled thanks to Faith’s
thick quilt. “What happened in your bedroom last night?”
    “Go away.”
    “I brought coffee,” Kimmi said. “I thought that after our
late night you might need help getting to you 8:15 class. Are you sure you’re
okay?”
    “I’m not going to the class. I’m not leaving this bed.”
    “Now you’re really scaring me, Faith. What happened at the
club after I left you?”
    The shush-shush sound of furniture being pushed around
preceded Kimmi’s weight beside her as the bed dipped. Kimmi slipped her arm
under the covers and put her hand on Faith’s arm.
    “Talk to me. You were there for me all through the Jasper
affair, and you know nothing could get worst than that.”
    “Jasper was cheating on his wife, and he got his jollies
beating you up.”
    “See.” An edge crept into Kimmi’s cheery voice. “Nothing
could be worse than that. What happened?”
    Faith swallowed hard. She did need to talk about it. Hiding
under her covers would only work for so long. She would eventually get hungry.
    “I had sex with him,” she admitted as she peeked out from
under the covers.
    “With the hunk who’d set off sparks?”
    Faith nodded glumly.
    “Well, happy birthday to you after all!”
    “He told me it was a one-time thing.”
    “So? At least you had last night. Aren’t you the one who is
usually telling me to live a little?”
    “Afterwards…” She still couldn’t believe it. “He told me
that it was a one-time thing after we had sex…against a wall…in the club’s
alleyway.”
    “Shit.”
    “Exactly.”
    “So, what did you tell him?” Kimmi asked. “I can’t imagine you
took the news quietly.”
    “I didn’t get the chance to say anything.” She closed her
eyes. Why did it hurt so much to remember. “Someone shot him.”
    Kimmi gasped.
    “It gets worse.”
    “How? I can’t imagine anything worse.” Then she asked with a
rush, “ You weren’t hurt, were you?
    “No, thank goodness. I’m okay. Sort of.”
    “Then what happened? He didn’t die, did he?”
    “No, he didn’t die.” That was the problem. He should have
died.
    Faith still couldn’t understand how someone could survive after
losing that much blood. And not only had he survived…he was completely healed
minutes after being shot.
    She had done something to him.
    But what?
    And how?
    “What? What happened? Tell me!” Kimmi demanded.
    Faith opened her mouth to say, I healed him . The
words were there. She heard the thoughts clearly enough. But then…not a sound.
Not a whimper.
    Nothing.
    “I-I—” she finally forced the words to stutter out of her
mouth. But before she could say anything else a blinding pain gripped her. “ I’m
going to be sick .”
    Faith pushed her way out of the bed and tripped over a pile
of clothes that shouldn’t have been in the middle of the room, and stubbed her
toe on a dresser that shouldn’t have been there either. Hopping the rest of the
way, she made it to the bathroom just in time to heave the contents of her
stomach into the toilet. Afterwards, she gurgled with mouthwash. Twice. It made
her feel a little better.
    Her head still throbbed, though. Faith didn’t dare wonder
why. She wasn’t in the mood for a repeat performance in the bathroom.
    She almost never threw up. Traveling the world had given her
a cast-iron stomach. Only, this morning it felt like a mariachi band was
celebrating a fiesta in the pit of her belly.
    Had Horace or that odd friend of his slipped her a drug to
make her forget about the shooting? To confuse her about what had really
happened?
    Faith gripped her stomach, desperate to quiet that jittery
band in her belly. Every time she thought about Horace and his club the acid in
her stomach danced around with a chaotic beat.
    She stepped out of the bathroom. “Kimmie, maybe I