Bound Series Book 2
by Jennifer Dean
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Despite the attack that almost took her life, Emma Morgan has accepted the risk that comes from being in love with an immortal like Liam Alexander.
But continuing to seek the approval of her older brother is a whole different struggle, and when tensions finally reach a breaking point between the siblings, looming enemies take advantage of the distraction.
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I turned back to extend my ready hand into Liam’s, letting him guide me out the door. I let my fingers entwine with his as he led me down the steps.
“You look beautiful,” Liam said.
“Thank you,” I said. “You are looking quite dashing yourself.” Well, more than dashing, if I was honest. Despite having a suit on it didn’t change the fact that every time I laid eyes on Liam desire circled down my body like a cunning serpent. The Liam Effect, I called it. As we reached the bottom step he stopped, ready to swoop me up against his chest.
“Wait,” I said with my hand to his chest.
His eyebrows lifted in curiosity while his eyes waited patiently. “I know it’s cold but do you mind if we walk my human pace for awhile up to the Mansion?”
Liam grinned. “Not in the slightest.”
“Oh, and one more thing,” I said.
“Anything,” Liam said.
Without any thought, I raised on my toes letting my lips lead me to his just as my arms wrapped around his neck for a small support. I felt him rest his hands against my back while the other cupped my face intimately.
Finally after a few—too many—minutes we pulled away. His face held the same blissful grin as me. “Sorry,” I said. “I couldn’t help myself.”
He moved his thumb to trace my lips. “Never apologize for that.”
I smiled before looping my arm into his, beginning our walk toward the Mansion. We walked, arm in arm, for a few minutes until his closeness began to rouse my desire.
“You know, on second thought, you better get me there faster. I feel I might not be able to keep from kissing you if we keep at my human pace.”
Liam chuckled as his bright emerald eyes drilled into me. “I know the feeling,” he said. He swooped down, pulling me into his arms. I laid my cheek to his shoulder to avoid the chill air on my skin just before he took off into a run. A run that had ended seconds later as my feet hit the ground, and my hand entwined with the warmth of his again.
The sight of the mansion at night was beautiful, with many windows allowing light from the inside. I caught sight of Patrick walking out of the house and onto the porch. I began to smile but felt it drop along with my stomach as I took in his expression. It was as if he had been looking for us but hoping not to find us.
Liam’s furrowed brow at the oddity just as Patrick’s palm rose up in protest of any further steps. We stopped.
“What’s wrong?” I said.
I fidgeted nervously as my eyes bounced from Patrick to Liam. Suddenly, I could see Liam’s lips. They were moving fast but the words were at a volume I couldn’t hear. When I looked back to Patrick I found he was doing the same. They were having a conversation that no human could possibly detect.
I felt a twist in my stomach at the sound of Liam’s sigh. Slowly I let my eyes meet his emerald gaze. There was no smile anywhere on his face as his right hand moved to cup my cheek.
“Your invitation has been rescinded,” Liam said.
My eyes widened involuntarily at the words.
“What?” I said.
Liam closed his eyes, taking a few seconds to gain his composure. It seemed he needed the time to control his fury.
“Sean has decided that he no longer wishes you to join tonight’s event.” Liam closed his eyes briefly with a pause, as if he regretted the next words. “And it has been voted that, as his coven, we have to respect his wishes.”
I took a step back, out of Liam’s touch, needing space to clear my mind as my eyes darted around, searching desperately for Sean.
“But why now?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Liam said.
His last word set off a trigger as my head shifted back. I turned to Patrick’s still stance. He hadn’t moved an inch, only dropped his hand back to his side. I opened my mind, remembering my weapon. Something Sean had no choice but to listen to.
Atleast have the guts to tell me yourself. Don’t send someone out to give me a message. Get out here and face me you ass.
Less than a second had passed after my mental curse before Sean’s feet led him through the door. His momentum kept him moving down the porch steps, but he still paused a safe distance away.
“I don’t believe you’ll like the answer,” Sean said.
“I can handle it,” I said.
Sean narrowed his eyes in protest.
“I’ve started to find your presence indifferent.” I rolled my eyes.
“No, you haven’t.”
Sean chuckled without amusement. “You wouldn’t know how it feels as an immortal. The mind changes. Things that once consumed our human thoughts merely disappear.”
I said nothing, simply stared.
“I began to feel your importance slipping but I thought it was kinder to lie. But I think the lie has gone too far.”
“You’ve got to be kidding if you think I’m that naïve,” I said.
“Let me be clear. This event tonight is sacred to those of my kind.”
“Then you must realize that you are only here because it would be something I allow.”
“Does this have a point?” I said.
“Yes,” Sean said.
“I’m tired of walking the fence of my former life and new one. It’s like a heavy burden. And I am ready to just let go.”
I gulped. “You mean you want to forget me?”
“Yes. Just like our parents. Uncle Greg. My friends. The humans of my old life. The last, to forget, is you.”
I looked around to notice more had joined Patrick on the porch. My gaze sat upon Lillian’s narrowed glare at Sean. It was different than the anger from yesterday. An almost confusion. I wish Grace could tell me what was behind it. Swiftly I looked back to Sean.
“Don’t you think that…”
“No, even with the years Liam decides to keep you around I won’t be. You won’t see me after tonight. This is farewell.”
Sean’s interruption caused anger to flow up my veins into my now curled fingers. “Well, if my presence is nothing to you, then I guess there is no reason for me to be standing out in the cold.”
“Exactly my point,” Sean said.
“Screw you, Sean,” I said.
“At least you can be mature about it,” Sean said.
I wanted to punch him but knowing it was only likely to do more damage to me than him, I held my feet steady.
“You know if you’re trying to manipulate me into leaving Liam again then you can just save your breath with this ‘I don’t need you’ crap.” I watched as his eyes grew sterner with my words. I turned, storming back toward the front gate.
“Emma,” Sean said.
“Yes?” I said, whirling around, sudden hope at the sound of my name.
“Have a nice life.”
Just as quickly as he had appeared, Sean disappeared into the mansion within a blink. I looked to the ground, unable to bear the eyes of each Alexander in front of me. I felt Liam’s squeeze, lifting my chin to focus on only him.
“Do you have to stay?” I said.
“No,” Liam said.
I sighed grateful there wasn’t some immortal bound tradition that would force me to be left without him.
“Then please take me anywhere but here,” I said.
All I had to do was speak the words before Liam swept me up into his arms. As he ran I could feel the anger festering into something else I had felt earlier in the car with Grace. Only this time the sadness wasn’t going away. It was real.
Bound Series Book 1
When fate leads Emma Morgan back to her small hometown of Washington, she learns that the life she knew three years ago has changed once she meets the charmingly, mysterious Liam Alexander. But when her brother Sean, voices his disapproval, Emma finds her loyalty in the way of her newfound curiosity of the youngest Alexander. Only the more she tries to avoid Liam the more she finds him in her constant company.
A risk that leads down a dangerous path once Emma begins to discover a secret about the Alexanders that no human should ever know.
I was never that child you found in the corner reading. In fact, I loathed the idea of picking up a book. The activity seemed more of a chore than a past time.
All that changed when my brother began talking to me about the newest novel he was reading.Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix. Before I knew it, my curiosity got the better of me, luring me to try the series. It didn't take long for my mindset of reading to turn on its head.
But even with my new hobby discovered it wasn't until my junior year of college that I developed a hidden desire for writing stories. And when I found myself writing scenes instead of paying attention to my professors, I knew becoming a writer was the career path I was meant to follow.
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