Vampire: A Dark Protectors/Rebels Novella by Rebecca Zanetti (love letters to the dead .txt) 📕

like a moron just so he could remember her. It was plain and slightly pink, and she’d brought cookies on it to the first fundraiser for Evan Holden, who was running for sheriff. Raine had promised to return it to her, and then he’d split town. Fast. “I went home to Montana and had just gotten back to town this morning. I was on my way to your place when I was hit with a bunch of darts.” He hadn’t been able to stay away any longer, and look what that had gotten him. Yet it felt damn good to regain some of his strength. Because of her.

Her gaze darted around, and fear rolled off her. “He must’ve taken you before I even got home. I’m so sorry about this.”

“He?” Raine tried to get his brain to full power. “No one man could’ve taken me out, sweetheart.” Darts or not. He had a bad suspicion and hustled to the door to look out at the darkness. “Where are we?”

“If you were darted, one small child could’ve knocked you out,” she countered, her voice trembling. “Although it’d take a strong man, maybe two, to get you into the trunk of a car. He didn’t sedate me but did put me in the trunk of a car, and it had to be at least a two or three hour drive,” she said, moving to his side to look out at the slashing rain and dark night. “We have to get out of here.”

Wait a minute. He’d been out for hours after being sedated? What had been in those darts? Had he become that weak already without her? Oh, he was going to kill somebody. “Did they hurt you?” he growled.

“Not yet.” She manacled her nails into his forearm. “This is my fault. The guy has been stalking me forever, and he finally got me. I’m not sure where he is right now, but we have to run.” Thunder blasted high and loud, and she jumped but set her chin. “We have to go now, Raine.”

Wait a minute. Perhaps his brothers hadn’t just forced his hand with Mariana. Was there an enemy out there? A real stalker?

Chapter 2

Mariana watched the wind blow the slashing rain sideways toward more darkness. She could make out a muddy road with a thick forest on one side and what looked like weeds on the other that extended far into the abyss. It must’ve been a field at some time. She shivered. “If we stay to the trees, we’ll have some shelter.”

Raine remained silent at her side.

She could almost feel his mind working, and the tension pouring from him was actually speeding up her heart rate even faster, if that was possible. At the moment, she could barely breathe. She’d been taken, gotten him kidnapped, and they were now abandoned in this weird barn.

For now.

Her breath burst out. “They’ll be coming back. Or he will.” She ran through the issues even as her legs trembled with the need to escape into the storm. “He must’ve had somebody else kidnap us?” What did that mean? Did the guy want an alibi if she was taken? Or was he unable to kidnap somebody like Raine? If so, did that mean he was smaller than Raine? Or did it mean that her stalker was a woman? Her gut had always felt it was a man, but maybe she was wrong. “We have to go, Raine.” Yet she stayed in place. Was there more danger in the storm or in the barn? The barn. The kidnappers could return with weapons. They surely hadn’t expected Raine to be able to get out of his cuffs.

“We have to wait out the storm, darlin’.” Raine put one broad hand on the door as if to shut it.

She whirled on him, thankful to have a place to focus. “You don’t understand.”

“Yeah. We’re gonna discuss that.” He looked down at her, formidable now that the drugs had obviously exited his system.

Before she’d met him, months ago, she hadn’t believed in love at first sight. Or even lust at first sight. But without knowing it, without having a clue that she dreamed about him every night, he’d taught her that it existed.

The unexplainable.

Oh, she wanted him, but it went deeper than that. She didn’t understand why, and there was no doubt the attraction was one-sided, but she’d always dream about him. It just was. For now, she had to save his life.

She grabbed his arm. He wasn’t understanding the danger here. “Listen to me. Please.” She looked way up to his hard cut face. From the first day, she’d found him to be unreal. His eyes glittered a fierce green against his darker complexion. His bone structure was sharply angled, his eyebrows naturally arched, and his jawline sliced with expert precision. He had jet-black hair that was thick and wavy, and his body was muscled and graceful. He was beautiful in a wild and raw way—too rough to be a model but more stunning than any man she’d ever seen.

He slipped out of his battered leather jacket and set it around her shoulders. “Put your arms in.”

She didn’t have the energy to argue and was freezing, so she did as he’d ordered. His intriguing scent of male with a hint of coffee beans surrounded her. She really did imagine that scent in her dreams. “He’s going to show up. We have to run.”

Raine arched one very dark eyebrow. “I hope he comes back. Or they do. I’m not sedated right now, and you’re safe. Take a deep breath before you hyperventilate.”

Her body flushed cold and then very warm. Oh, he stood to about six and a half feet tall, was muscled, and moved like he could fight. Even so, this kidnapping was obviously planned out, and right now, Raine didn’t have a weapon on him. “You’re a badass, I admit. But even you can’t outrun a bullet.” She wouldn’t feel guilty about the relief filtering