Bound by Sin: The Beginning of a Prophecy (Prophecy #3) Read Online Free PDF

could feel my neck pulsating from the adrenaline that was ferociously coursing through my veins. The thud of my heart echoed in my ears, my breath sounded raspy and harsh, and my feet felt like they weighed a hundred pounds as I followed Gavin out into the open, stark whiteness of London-Gatwick Airport.
    The voices resonated up into the tall, arched ceilings. Panic struck me as we emerged into a sea of strangers. There was no way to avoid bumping into people as we made our way to the luggage carousel. Each strange touch sent fear searing through my body because I had no idea who I should be afraid of. Gavin pulled me in closer to him, placing his arm possessively around my waist. We stopped in front of the belt and waited for our luggage to come around. My eyes scanned the people crowded around, wondering how many individuals I’d encountered on a daily basis who were demons, vampires, or fallen souls. The world now had a permanent dark cloud cast over it in my mind.
    My gaze halted when it met with t he steadfast stare of a man standing on the opposite side of the carousel. His eyes narrowed, the glassiness of them making them seem so empty. He was dressed in a business suit and standing completely still, almost like a statue, just watching me. I shifted, leaning down just a bit, and saw the man’s eyes follow me.
    “Gavin,” my voice barely came out, “that man over there –”
    Gavin locked his eyes with the strange man, his chest expanding and quickly deflating as his fingers dug into my side. He pulled me against him so tightly I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to draw my next breath in.
    Continuing to stare at the man, Gavin’s gaze never faltered as he spoke to me. “You’ll need to pull your suitcase so that I can keep one hand on you.”
    The somber deepness in his voice terrified me. “Who is that?” I whispered.
    “A Guardian,” he said in a deep growl.
    “Are they – ”
    He shook me gently in an effort to make me stop speaking. “I don’t know.”
    I kept taking quick glances at the man in the suit, who was still staring at us. “Let’s go,” Gavin said as he reached across and pulled his bag from the belt.
    Following him toward the large glass wall at the end of the airport, I took a swift look over my shoulder, and the man had disappeared into the crowd. My palm was wet from my brooding anxiety and the hold Gavin had on it. His knuckles dug into my fingers as he gripped my hand tighter. We stepped out into the overcast afternoon light. A slight drizzle of rain was falling and there was a bitter chill in the air. I watched as Gavin's breath turned into small white puffs that floated off behind his shoulder, blending in with the grey sky. A black taxi, that resembled a mobster car from the 1940s, pulled up and Gavin opened the door for me. He placed our luggage in the trunk and climbed into the back of the taxi, still clutching his duffel bag.
    The grey- haired cab driver turned and glanced at us. "Where to, chap?"
    Anxiously running his hands down the front of his legs, Gavin rolled his tongue across his lips. I could tell his mind was racing, trying to figure out where we were going. Glancing up into the rearview mirror, he smiled and said, "The Berkeley."
    "Very well." The cab driver nodded and put the car in drive.
    The ca b pulled away from the curb, the wet tires humming as it slowly picked up speed. Gavin was facing out the window, his fingers curled around his chin, his elbow resting on his knee. I turned to stare out my window. The rolling green hills that surrounded the highway reminded me of when I'd come to England with my family a few years before. The sight of those hills had sent a rush of excitement through me then, but this time, I felt nothing as I stared out at the gorgeous landscape.
    I was emotionally drained and numb, yet with each thump of my heart , terror managed to course its way through me.

Gavin
    Chapter Five
    The taxi pulled up in front of the Berkeley and I