VAMP RISING (By Moonlight Book 1) by Evie Ryan Read Free Book Online Page B

God, I think I’m gonna lose my mind if someone doesn’t explain to me what the hell I’m doing here.” Gwen’s voice arched up in frustration and though she tried to steady herself, the words kept spilling out. “Am I hallucinating? Is that what’s going on? How am I standing? How am I walking around after falling off a cliff? Have I been in a coma for years? Is it the future? Have people developed the ability to transform into animals and I slept through it?”
                  A smile spread across the man’s face, which disarmed Gwen stopping her assault of questions. It was slightly unnerving to lose the momentum just because the guy’s lips were curling up in such a way that made her heart race. She’d always had a thing for teeth and his were pretty good: aligned straight with unusually pointy incisors that gave him a rowdy look. Gwen made a point to divert her gaze from that smile, those teeth, and his curling lip, so she locked eyes with him. “Any other questions?” He teased.
                  “Why don’t you start with those?”
                  “You’re not hallucinating, first of all. Second of all, it’s not my place to give you the rundown of what you’re in for-”
                  “Are you kidding me?”
                  “Not really,” he said, as that lip curled up again into a playful grin.
                  As far as Gwen was concerned the guy was taking pleasure in her frustration. In an instant she had his plaid shirt balled in her fists and was slamming his back against the wall, which judging by the look on his face both surprised and aroused him. His hands had found her waist and using her force against her he pulled her into him.
                  As soon as they pressed together, Gwen pushed off him, backing away and breathing heavily. “I don’t know what that was, I’m sorry. Sorry I pushed you.” She wasn’t really, but she was highly confused by her erratic behavior. First the heart monitor she’d thrown across the I.C.U. and now physically assaulting a complete stranger just because she didn’t like that he wasn’t taking her seriously.
                  “It’s fine,” he said. He was still leaning back against the wall where Gwen had left him. He looked down at her. His head was cocked to the side and he had a glint in his eye that conveyed a world of intrigue. You’d think they’d just kissed the way he was drinking her in. Again, she felt oddly disarmed by him. “But the fact of the matter is that I work here and would get into a fair amount of trouble if I stepped on anyone’s toes.”
                  “Something tells me it wouldn’t actually bother you to step on anyone’s toes,” she challenged.
                  “What makes you say that?” He asked, cocking his head the other way and eyeing her just the same.
                  Gwen couldn’t help but look fixedly at him, taking him in with just as much intensity as he did her. It seemed there was a line between them that was starting to blur and though she didn’t understand it, Gwen had a feeling the blurrier it got the easier it would be to get the answers she was looking for.
                  “I’m not sure. I guess you just strike me as the type of person who doesn’t care about getting into trouble.”
                  He suddenly stepped out from the wall and crossed his arms. Had she laid the last compliment on a little too thick? His smile was gone and he made a point to tower over her. “There’s an Italian guy who’s in charge of your recovery. Have you met him?”
                  “I’m not sure.”
                  “Pale guy, black hair, looks like he just stepped out of an Armani ad?”
                  “Oh, he’s Italian?”
                  “No accent, I know, but yeah he’s