Blood Ecstasy (Blood Curse Series Book 8) Read Online Free PDF

perfection: strength, poise, and beauty that was nothing short of arresting. His eyes, those deep forest-green eyes, were so hypnotic that they drew her into him, clouded her mind, made her forget for a moment that she was desperate to escape and, likely, in mortal danger.
    He shifted his glance to the woman on the floor, and reality came back with a vengeance: Yes, do you see her? Rebecca wondered. Do you see me? She could only hope and pray. That man on the floor is crazy!  
    Please, God, let him see…and understand.  
    Rebecca waved her hand again, and this time, the gorgeous man regaled her with his peripheral vision. “ Help me. ”She mouthed the words, too afraid to whisper.  
    Too afraid that Julien would stir.
    The stranger turned away and continued padding across the floor, until, at last, he reached the woman’s body and knelt down at her side. “ Oh, heaven give me strength, ”Rebecca muttered. He was no more than three feet away from her chair. “Help me,” she squeaked this time, perching forward to the edge of the seat. “ Help me !”
    He lowered his head—on purpose?
    Was he ignoring her?
    Rebecca’s heart slammed into the back of her chest.  
    No!  
    “Please,” she whispered louder, rocking so far forward she almost lost her balance, in an effort to demand his attention. “I’m not here of my own free will. He took me…that man…and I can’t get away. Please, you have to help me.”
    The gorgeous man rocked back on his heels, twisted his body in her direction in an almost feline motion, and met her gaze head-on. And then he pressed his forefinger to his lips.
    Rebecca nodded enthusiastically. Of course. Of course! She would be quiet. She gulped and pointed at Julien, trying to demonstrate her understanding, and then she gestured toward the door.
    The stranger shook his head, no .
    What?
    Why not?
    Rebecca glanced back and forth between the green-eyed man and Julien, and then she frowned as understanding dawned, even as the realization crushed her spirit: The stranger was afraid of Julien. He did not want to oppose the crazy man. And he wasn’t going to take her out of there any time soon.  
    As bitter tears began to sting Rebecca’s eyes, her mind raced a dozen miles a minute, and then she made a cradle with her hand, pressed her thumb to her ear, her pinky to her lips, and mouthed four words: Call 911. “Send the police,” she whispered softly.
    He bore his eyes into hers, and in a stunning, inexplicable moment, he seemed to be speaking inside of her mind. I know you’re afraid, but Julien will not hurt you. It’s going to be okay.
    Rebecca jolted, falling backward in the chair.  
    For a moment, she couldn’t make sense of anything: not the situation, not the stranger’s words, not the fact that he had spoken in her mind…and certainly not the idea that Julien wouldn’t hurt her, that she was in anything less than mortal danger.
    That she would somehow be okay.
    She shook her head in anger and frustration, feeling a sudden urge to pound the guy in the face. Screw you! she thought, growing more and more frantic by the moment. This was her chance. Perhaps her only chance.
    There was someone else in the room, and he was lifting the other woman in his arms!
    Why?  
    Why her?  
    Why not Rebecca?
    And Julien was still on the floor…
    To hell with it!  
    All Rebecca had to do was leap over the gladiator’s massive body and scramble to the door. Surely, he wouldn’t get up and chase her in front of the other man. And surely, the green-eyed stranger could not stop her while holding another full-grown woman in his arms.
    Yes, this was her only chance!
    Rebecca sprang from the distressed-leather chair like an Olympic sprinter coming out of the blocks. Her feet hit the floor with a surety she didn’t know she possessed, and she vaulted over Julien’s body with unexpected ease.
    She didn’t look back.
    She just kept on running, sprinting for the door, or at least, that was how