A World of New (A Shade of Vampire, #26)

“If it hadn’t been for your idea to bring me here, on this trip,” he went on, his voice dropping deeper still, “I doubt any of this would’ve happened. I wouldn’t have found Clyderly base, or the graveyard… I wouldn’t know my name.”


I wasn’t sure what to say to all of this that wouldn’t sound painfully cheesy, and inadequate, to express how much I had actually ended up enjoying caring for him—despite the obstacles we’d faced. I just found myself leaning forward, closer to him, and planting a kiss on his pale cheek.

“You’re welcome,” I whispered.

A cute blush crept to his cheeks, and his eyes shone. I felt an unexpected urge to hug him and so, inching a little closer… I did. I wrapped an arm around him and rested my head against his shoulder. He tensed at first, then relaxed, his right hand settling over the small of my back.

I moved my ear above his heart and listened to the sound of it beating. Slow, but steady. I hoped that his eating would be back to normal soon. He had consumed a worryingly small amount these past few days. Since he wasn’t fully human, he could get away with eating less, but there was only so long he could go before Shayla would need to step in… perhaps start feeding him intravenously.

I shook the thought away. I needed to stay positive. For me and for Lawrence.

I had witnessed the effect on his overall mood the remembrance of his name had brought about. If he discovered more about himself tomorrow when we returned to the graveyard, perhaps his mood would lift further. If his mental wellbeing continued to improve, perhaps his appetite would follow… then we just needed the rest of him to get better, somehow…

My thoughts were interrupted by Lawrence’s lips brushing against my forehead. A soft, quick kiss. Then his fingers began to trail through my hair, gently, absentmindedly, and I couldn’t think of much else after that. My stomach churned with butterflies… Butterflies. The last time I’d felt them had been with Heath.

As I remained lying in Lawrence’s arms deep into the night, I wondered what, exactly, I was falling into here… What I might have already fallen into.

The only thing that I knew for certain, as I glanced up into Lawrence’s brown eyes, was that I had abandoned any and all pretenses of being a “professional”.





Bastien





I had lost all sense of how long I had been swimming for. It could’ve been days, maybe even weeks. I was sure that I had swallowed too much of this salty water as I drifted. My mind was not its sharpest.

I had swum too far away from The Woodlands in my escape from Brucella. I’d been trying to swim back, but I’d lost my way. I could no longer even see The Woodlands’ familiar outline in the distance. But if I kept swimming, I assured myself, I would spy land eventually. I just needed to keep pushing on. Keep moving. In spite of how drained my body was beginning to feel. In spite of how hunger and thirst clawed at my insides. In spite of the dizziness overtaking my brain.

I might have lost everything else, but I still had my home country. It was my family. My friend. My constant companion ever since I had been born. And it needed me. The Woodlands needs me.

I was beginning to feel delirious. So much time in the ocean without shelter, and with the sun beating down on my head, perhaps had given me some form of sunstroke. My vision was hazy.

Just keep going.

Keep going…

Night fell again, and I transformed into a wolf. It was beginning to register in my addled mind that I might not have many more nights left if I did not reach solid ground soon.

But, as if the heavens had finally smiled down upon me, several hours later that night, I spied land. Land! A rush of excitement surged through my brain, igniting my limbs with energy I’d thought I had lost. I took in the sight hungrily, greedily, like the starving man I was. My first thought was that it must be The Woodlands.

But then reality dawned on me.

This was not The Woodlands. There were not enough trees, for one thing. But, still, it was land. A land I could maybe find water and food on, and rest until I could stand to reenter the water again to continue my quest for my own country.

Kicking rapidly with my legs, I swam as fast as I could toward the shore. The distance was deceptive, however. When I had first spotted the land, it seemed much closer. The waves were also rough and powerful, which slowed me down. Still, I fixed my eyes determinedly on the shore, glimmering like an oasis beneath the moonlight. It was drawing closer, slowly but surely.

My right foot kicked down hard against something slimy. I barely had time to look down and check what it was before an explosion of pain rocketed up my leg.