High Society by Casey L. Bond (The High Stakes Saga #3)
English | 2019 | Young adult | ePUB | 1.8 Mb
High Society : The war raging outside is almost as unforgiving and tragic as the battle Eve must fight within herself…
Eve thought landing in the year 1717, in a time of piracy and open sea battle was brutal, but 1777 was far worse. The American colonies may have declared their independence over a year ago, but the Redcoats stubbornly refused to accept defeat. The war continued to rage on, and the battles fought were as acrimonious as they were destructive. Unsurprisingly, Enoch and his siblings were in the thick of it all, siring vampire militias to bolster the Continentals in their quest for true freedom.
To Eve, it quickly became clear that there were more schemes in play off the battlefields than on them, and as usual, she managed to insert herself in the center of the drama. Trouble, she learned, was the one thing that targeted her regardless of time or place. Even though Eve was built for maximum destruction, trouble might be the one thing she couldn’t outrun – no matter how fast she was.
“She told the girl to run,” I answer. Just then, the girl dashes out a door on the opposite side of the building. On that side of the building, in the middle of the street, there is a sliver of blinding bright sunlight. The girl hides inside the warm light.
The man watches the woman intently. As he stalks toward her she runs down an aisle, putting distance between them. But he’s fast. One minute he’s on the opposite side of the store from her, and the next he’s at the end of her aisle. Unaware of his new location, the woman sprints toward him, looking over her shoulder at the spot he’d stood in just a moment ago.
She screams when his arms close around her, and I see the man has fangs. Though she fights him furiously, she can’t get away from his iron grip. He throws her into the glass doors she’d opened just minutes before, then he bites her neck. Inch by inch, she slides down the glass. The fight she has at the beginning of the attack is gone by the end.
The man exits the store from the same door he used to enter it, not sparing a parting glance.
The woman’s lips move as she angles her head toward the girl, still waiting in the shrinking sliver of sunlight. Though I register the movement, I can’t take my eyes off the girl in the sliver of gold.
“Do you want to know what she said?” Mr. Frost asks.
I shake my head. I don’t want to hear it. Imagining a hundred heartbreaking words, nothing is as bad as what he says were her actual ones.”