Taming the Heart (Creatures of the Night Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

door behind him.
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    Miranda looked around the room frantically. She needed to find some type of weapon to defend herself. She nearly shouted with glee when she saw a rifle leaning up against a corner. She maneuvered around an enormous black leather couch positioned in the center of the room. She grabbed the rifle and sat it across her lap, being sure not to move her aching arm. She used her one hand to pull back the slide, glad that she had given in when Katie was so insistent that she know something about how guns worked. It was loaded. She sent the bolt home and then looked around for a good defensive point.
    She shook her head when she saw there was nowhere to hide in this room. Besides, what was she going to do? Demand that he give her his keys so that she could drive out of here? How? With the rifle pressing the accelerator and her broken mangled arm struggling with the steering wheel? She would be dead before she got off the mountain. What she needed was a phone.
    She wheeled over to her and her sisters things. She scooped them up and put them in her lap. She then wheeled herself toward a hall that she assumed contained a bathroom. There was only one door so she went through it. She only briefly looked at the bed that looked like it had its own zip code it was so large. She saw a door on the other side of the bed and she tried to maneuver to it. There wasn’t a lot of room but she eventually made it. The door led to a bathroom and she hurried inside, locking the door behind herself.
    After rummaging through her sisters things and finding no phone, she cursed viscously. Her phone had been in the center console of the van before the accident and was probably out there in the woods somewhere. Her sister’s phone had probably been in her pocket. Miranda screamed and allowed the sobs to consume her for many crazy minutes. She cried and cried and cried until she was sure she was empty. Finally, when she came back to herself, she forced her breathes to come more even. She had to do something other than sit here feelings sorry for herself.
    Sniffing back more tears, she rolled over and opened the cabinet beneath the sink. There was some mouthwash, a few candles, a few jars with some types of odd mixtures in them, and at the very back… She reached out and grabbed the tiny first aid kit, feeling a little tremor of relief run through her body. Finally, something had gone her way. She laughed at that thought before she went over to the tub. She dumped the first aid kit into the huge Jacuzzi tub and set her things aside before pulling herself, rifle and all, into the tub.
    She set the gun up on the edge of the tub and watched the door. Finally when she was satisfied that he hadn’t returned, she began to unbutton her suit jacket. She screamed out loud and nearly fainted when she pulled the sleeve off the wounded arm as quickly as she could. Concentrating on her breathing she waited for the wave of pain to pass. Finally when her head wasn’t spinning so badly, she reached down to take the stupid heels off her stupid useless feet.
    There was no way she was going to get her pants and stockings off, but that didn’t matter at all. It wasn’t as if she would feel them getting wet or mind if they were soggy. Despite her phantom legs, she didn’t feel the cold, the heat, wetness, or any pressure on her legs. She felt nothing but the insane itching at times. Reaching up she turned on the water and waited for it to heat. She was covered in mud, and she needed to clean her arm before it became infected, if it wasn’t already.
    She had never seen anything like what had happened earlier. The animal that had bitten her didn’t appear rabid. In fact it had appeared the complete opposite. It had looked her in the eyes, as if it had wanted her to know that it knew it was biting her. As if it were making a conscious decision and wanted her to know that. And those eyes… She closed