Sanibel Surrender Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book Five) by Talyn Scott Read Free Book Online Page A

type of setting.”
    “What does that even mean?” She screamed without looking back, didn’t care what his answer was. He’d buried the dial on her creep-o-meter, and she wasn’t sticking around to find out why. Run. Run. Run . She made a mad psychotic dash and jumped atop Thomas Edison’s back porch. Molly then kicked out and lengthened her stride. After the second high jump, she landed like a fallen cat in a move that even she found impressive. From there, she rushed through the dining room of the main house, with her heels clomping across the wooden floor. She grimaced at the telltale sound, which was the equivalent of leaving a breadcrumb trail straight to her frightened ass. Molly stole a second to glance over her shoulder. He was nowhere in sight. It didn’t mean he wasn’t lurking somewhere, though, but she still risked a quick moment to yank off her heels.
    There wasn’t any time to lock all the first floor doors to keep him out, but Molly had a backup plan. She eyed the creepy dolls by the staircase, stepped behind them, and uncovered the strange panel hidden beneath the stairs. After she made her way inside, Molly pushed the small sliding bolt in place and locked the panel door. There was only one way in and out of this little hideaway, but it would have to do. Positioned on her haunches, she reached inside her pocket and pulled out her cell phone. With trembling fingers, she swallowed her pride and pushed speed dial number four. One ring, two rings, three rings. Yeah, he hated her, probably wouldn’t pick up.
    A deep rumbling voice answered, “Molly?”
    “B-bane, I-I don’t know if you can hear me,” she whispered, nearly dropping the phone.
    “Tell me where you are. Now .”
    “W-work… at Edison’s Estate, I’m under the staircase in the d-dining room.” She brought her other hand up to steady the phone, both hands shaking. “I think a psycho could be chasing me. Maybe, I’m the psycho…b-but I can’t say exactly why I ran. I j-just did.” And why had she called Bane instead of the police?
    “Inherent instincts are a good thing to have, Mol. Stay where you are,” he growled in his deep baritone. “You’ll have help in less than five.”
    Before she hung up, she pleaded with Bane to hurry. From there the silence grew, only her deep calming breaths filling the tiny area. How could Bane arrive in less than five minutes?
    “Molly?” Extol asked from the other side of the pane. “Are you okay?”
    “Go away.” She pulled her phone back out, rethinking the police. And to her utter horror, found the battery completely drained, though it was nearly full when she had called Bane.
    “We need to talk,” he said wearily, “but not here. You have no idea how much I need you.”
    “How can you need someone you don’t even know?” Molly could sense his hands on the door. Such a big man, he could break it in without much effort on his part. And in this small space under the stairs, no more than six feet by six feet, he had Molly effectively trapped. He went on in coaxing tones, “I would like a chance to better explain, face to face. I hate that this particular encounter was so shocking for you.”
    “Particular encounter?” What was he talking about? Tonight was the only encounter they’d had.
    “I thought if you had a memory of me in the moonlight garden built for love, you wouldn’t find me so deplorable.”
    Okay, so she wasn’t far off base when she deemed him a psycho. But deplorable? Extol’s physical appearance was unbelievably stunning, so he must be referring to something dark and dreadful on the inside. Or he had committed something dark and dreadful - not the kind of person you want chasing you. “No need to explain, just leave and w-we’ll call it a night.”
    “Molly, I have to come in.”
    She slammed back into a small, wooden crate. “Don’t.” The crate jarred a narrow shelf loaded with what sounded like paint cans. “Oh!” In a ludicrous domino effect,