Stolen Sun (The Juliana Lucio Series) by L.C. DeCarlo Read Free Book Online Page A

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    “Antonio --” Talia spoke tentatively as though she wasn’t sure how fragile he really was, “You heard the Detective, they don’t think that with the amount of blood found at the scene there could be any way she could possibly be alive -- even if they haven’t discovered… where she is yet.”
    He spun around more rapidly than I would have thought possible in his state, “She is alive! I will find her. Talia, it’s getting late, I think you should probably go home now.”
    He said the last stiffly as though it was taking everything he had not to throw her physically out the door himself. He was angry, and tired, which made his Italian accent come though more heavily.  I’d always loved hearing it and would sometimes playfully instigate him just to hear more of it, but now it pained me because it was my fault he was hurting and so utterly tired.
    As soon as the door shut , Antonio fell to his knees and held his head in his hands ; he muttered to himself, “Jules, where are you? I need you, we need you! Tu sei il mio sole, il mio amore. ” You are my sun, my love.
    I couldn’t take anymore ; I had to leave, but I needed to see my sons before I went. I gave my hand a kiss and pressed it to the window as I passed my husband, “I love you Antonio, with my whole heart.”
    I quickly scaled the side of the house to the second story and found my oldest son Christian had his bedroom window opened about six inches to let in the breeze . H is curtains were drawn open wide, and I could see him lying in bed with his brother Evan. He usually wouldn’t let his little brother in bed with him, but I guess they too were both drawing on the other for comfort.
    “Hey Christian, are you awake?”
    I stifled a gasp; I was so caught up in longing, at looking at the two of them, at being proud of them for comforting the other I hadn’t realized they both weren’t asleep.
    “Yeah, I’m asleep. Go back to bed before I make you go back to your own room.”
    This threat didn’t seem to bother little Evan much because he kept on talking just like I knew he would.
    “Where do you think Mom is?”
    This time, the tears falling were my own. I began to squeeze my eyes shut and felt them falling down my face.
    “I don’t know. Dad says we’ll find her, but I overheard the Detective tell him that she was probably not going to be coming back home.”
    “Why would Mom leave us? She loves us, it doesn’t make sense that she would leave us.”
    Evan was crying now, and I didn’t care anymore that I was a vampire ; I couldn’t let my children hurt like this, to be left thinking that I had left them!
    I reached for the window to pull it open when something stopped my hand. I looked over to see Ana, sitting there holding my wrist and shaking her head no, she had a sorrowful look to her eyes that was almost pleading.
    I heard Christian moving and I turned my attention to him, he was turning on his side to wrap his arms around Evan, as he held him he spoke softly, “She didn’t leave us buddy, Mom would never do that, if she’s gone she was taken. Mom would never leave us do you understand, we are her whole heart, you can’t live without your heart.”
    And this is when I fled.
    I turned into the night and ran with all the strength and speed my new vampire abilities could lend me. I blew by people so quickly I’m sure they thought I was just a breeze. I felt at any moment I might gain enough momentum to take flight. I was running from the agony of my family, I was fleeing away from the possibility that I could bring them more harm by revealing myself to them. I didn’t know how to fix it, so I ran. I ran until I thought I might run into the sun.
    I began to feel a slight tingling sensation at the back of my neck and an undercurrent of guilt. I slowed down enough that Ana had caught up to me. I stopped running and turned to look at her with my grief stricken eyes . S he just stared at me, not quite sure what to say, not sure if