distaste toward Cian’s ways as much as Kieran would like. Kieran is trying to change how vampires treat humans. That’s a tenuous path to take since he’s dealing with vampires used to getting what they want, when they want it, without having to deal with repercussions. Kieran has a lot to lose. Cian has everything to gain, including you.”
The room started to feel warmer than it should for having a vampire in the store. Looking down toward my arm, I noticed beads of sweat starting to form along my skin.
A rogue was nearby.
“Liam, lock the door.” Before I was able to say anything else, pain gripped my insides like a vise and brought me to the floor on my hands and knees.
The pain was excruciating and began to travel along my midsection into my chest. Nausea started to set in while my vision clouded.
The typical head pounding began its familiar cadence along my temples. It was like my head was full of miniature Selecteds, waiting for their chance to perform in a percussion contest, and they really wanted to win.
Liam used his super vampire speed to lock the front door. Within moments, he was back at my side behind the store counter.
With the fear of not knowing what to do, Liam said, “Sydney, what’s wrong, are you sick?” It wasn’t everyday that I got to see a vampire confused and feeling helpless.
It was hard to sound out words using the muscles of my mouth without triggering my gag reflex. It would be humiliating if Liam saw me puke all over the new rug Aunt Judith had bought for the store. “Liam, there’s a rogue somewhere outside. They’re somewhere close.”
My mouth began to water. I licked my lips to feel the drool that started to collect at the corners of my lips as the pounding in my head began to beat louder and more painful as my Selected senses reacted. Whoever the rogue was, their intentions were full of hate and ill intent. It was polar opposite of how my senses reacted to a vampire or werewolf who belonged to a coven or pack. The worse the rogue had a grudge against me, the more they planned on causing me harm, the stronger the impact they had on my body and senses. The rogue near Morning Sun threw off vibes that they wanted me dead. The effect had me quite incapacitated.
Helplessness laced Liam’s voice as he said, “Just tell me what to do, Sydney. Should I go after them?” He paused when I didn’t, couldn’t, respond. “If you don’t tell me what to do, I can’t help you!”
I could tell by Liam’s tone he was losing his composure. From the tales I’ve heard of Liam’s encounters with rogues and enemies of the coven, I knew Liam was more than capable of handling dangerous situations with ease. Right now, he wasn’t showing me that side of him. He sounded worried and stressed, almost as if he was about to panic. That made me more worried and stressed.
A wavering noise sounded in my ears as white flashes of light shined in my eyes. With Liam bending over me on the carpet, my visual field continued to close in on itself. Finally my sight went dark as my insides lurched, trying to purge the lunch I’d eaten, and then mercifully I lost consciousness.
A little while later, Liam’s voice started coming through the haziness that was clouding my brain. The words he spoke were starting to make sense.
He was gently wiping a cool washcloth across my forehead as he spoke. “And then Kieran found me with my leg almost completely gnawed off by the rogue werewolf. There was so much blood everywhere. You would have gagged at the sight, Sydney, I’m sure of it.”
My eyes fluttered open. I realized Liam was sitting on the store’s couch. He had positioned me so that my head was lying in his lap. Looking up into his eyes, it was clear he only had concern for my well-being in mind. There were no nefarious intentions in Liam’s expression while he had me in such a vulnerable position. I’ve met many men in my life that would have taken advantage of having me out cold, all to