The Soul's Mark: FOUND by Ashley Stoyanoff Read Free Book Online

the blinding
anger...   He knew damn well Angelle
wasn’t challenging him.   There were only
two other known vampires that would even come close to his age and strength and
she, by far, wasn’t one of them.  
    Angelle shot up from her chair and slapped
him across the face.   His vision hazed
over with crimson and his teeth sharpened at the threat.   “Dammit, Mitch!” she screamed in his face,
and it took everything he had not to rip her head off.   It had been a long time since any of them
talked back to him like this, and it boiled his blood.   “I’ve been with you since I turned.   I’m not your enemy.   You aren’t thinking clearly.   The bond is taking control of you and you’re
acting like a jerk.”   
    Angelle was right.   He had never imagined the pull would be this
strong.   It was as if someone was
grabbing hold of him and trying to drag him towards her.   A constant yanking that at times, threw him
off balance.   If it was this strong now,
this confusing, what would happen after he bit her and solidified the
bond?   Would he have any control left?   No, he told himself firmly.   He wouldn’t do
it.   No matter what, he wouldn’t do that
to her.   He couldn’t take away her
choices.   He wouldn’t cause the pain.
    He shook himself and took a deep
breath.   If Luke could do it, he knew he
could.   He was older, stronger, more
experienced.   He had to keep it together
for her sake, if not for his own sanity.   But it was taking everything in him to stay away from her.  
    Angelle sat back down, crossing her legs.
She could sense his inner-conflict and her eyes relaxed.   “Mitch, there’s something else,” she said
softly.   “She
different.   I don’t know what it
is but there’s something about her.   We
all feel it.   It’s as if some sort of
power is pulsating from her.   And when
she gets mad...”
    “Why the hell was she mad?” Mitchell
snapped, cutting her off and trying to ignore the wistful look settling in her
eyes.   “She’s only been there a few
hours.”   The rage built up inside him,
burning hot.   Couldn’t they just take one
simple order?   All he had asked was to
make Amelia comfortable.   Let her get to
know them.      
    “Eric talked about the mark.”   She held up her hands, gesturing for him to
stay put and he clenched his jaw.   “Before
you freak, he only mentioned soulmates and
dreams.   She doesn’t know what we are yet
and she thinks it’s just a birthmark.”   Angelle palled and averted her eyes to the floor.   “There’s some kind of connection between her
and Eric,” she murmured.    “I thought it
was just her but at dinner I saw it in him, too.   He’s attracted to her.   Maybe it’s the power that’s pouring off
her.   It’s almost like a drug.”
    “I’m sure it’s nothing,” Mitchell said,
glad his voice didn’t waver.   It was
better if they didn’t know, at least not until he was sure.   She’d be safer that way.  
    Angelle huffed and shook her head.   “I’m telling you, you can’t wait.   You need to come home.   Let her know that you’re real.”
    “Not yet,” he said firmly.   “She’s not ready.”  
    “What happened last time?   What are you so scared of?”
    Mitchell opened his mouth to tell her.   Maybe it would be better to get it out, tell
someone, anyone.   The memory was etched
in his brain.   The flames, the chanting,
and the hatred that blazed in her eyes.   But
if he said it out loud, confirmed what she was, then...
    “Stay out of it,” he growled as fiercely as
he could.
    Angelle popped up from her chair and tossed
her arms up.   “I’m just trying to help
you.”
    “She’s not stable enough to handle it all
at once, Angelle.”   Mitchell met her eyes
square on, pleading.   “Too much has
happened and if she remembers...”
    “Remembers what?” she pushed, and he cursed
under his breath, knowing Angelle wouldn’t rest until she