Dark Rising by Miya Chanda (most popular novels .TXT) 📕

/> Like the first time he had touched her in the bedroom a spark ignited inside her when Scar-face-cat-man gently grabbed her arm again, leading her around to the front of the couch.

He guided her down. “Sit.” And this time she did as she was told.

She watched him hurryingly gathered a few of his belongings. His leather jacket off the counter, his laptop and the black box he’d gone searching into the bedroom for.

Mira absently began rubbing at one of her wrist where the rope had began to chaff her skin raw. He must have seen her because he stopped, his gaze pinning her.

“Are you hurt?” he asked.

Her voice was baily audible. “I’m fine.”

“Let me see.” Closing the distance between them he takes both her wrists into his hands and urging her to stand, pulling her body close to him as he examined them, gently stroking the tender areas.

She looked up and Scar-face-cat-man mouth had gone into a hard line with what looked like guilt riding the fine lines on his face.

“I’ll take care of this when we get to the manor.”

“But I want to go home.”

His head dropped, disconnecting their gaze for a brief moment before He looks back up pinning her with his emerald eyes and it was only then she noticed the speckles of gold around his pupils.

Scar-face takes one hand from her wrist to cup her cheek softly and he said, “I promise I’ll take you home but not just yet.” He paused a slight crease forming between each brow. “You’re going to have to trust me, though.”

The excitement that stemmed from the promise was defused immediately by his need for her to trust him. Trust was not easily earned when a good friend of hers was left for dead back at the complex. Especially when the killer was standing right before her. Trust wasn’t easily earned when one says that they didn’t mean to kidnap you but continue to do it. Although, what was earned for him currently was a healthy dose of time to fake it

. Unlike Dominique whom she could never fool, she hoped she’d be able to fool Scar-face-cat-man.

Mira looked up into his eyes and lied. “Okay. I trust you.”

And it was the first time she had seen him smile all night. Although, it wasn’t a tiny smile that did quite pull across his entire mouth it still brought a small pang of guilt, which pierced her heart.

But the moment between them, whether fake or not, was quickly dissolved by a loud BANG! at the front door. It scared the holy hell out of Mira and she instinctively leaped into Scar-face’s arms.

“And this is why we have to go.” He said.

“What’s going on?” What was happening?

Scar-face slid into his coat and picked up the duffle bag off the floor as another loud BANG struck rattling the door off it’s hinges and pictures off the wall making them shatter to the floor. Scar-face pulled Mira tight into his chest, just as the front door to the apartment came crashing down.

“Don’t let go.” He said.

She nodded and glanced over her shoulder catching sight of Andrés face among the men who’d busted into the room and she held her breath before everything went black.

Chapter 6

Chapter 6


We materialized in one piece to my bedroom at the manor in the Coven of Alaska. Her body was limp and her head tilted back so I knew she was out cold. I dropped my duffle bag to the floor to free my hand so I could lift her body into my arms. Carrying her over to my bed I laid her down gently, then stood. She was going to feel the effects of that travel when she woke up. Yet, I never understood why this happened with mortals, it’s just how it’s always been.

My eyes took in the frail beauty she possessed. Delicate by all means but she seem to hold some kind of hidden inner strength, which had delighted me in a way I didn’t quite understand. I know the type of women I like but there was something about her that tugged at my heart. And for some reason I wasn’t sure if I wanted that feeling to persist.

She was still dressed in that sexy-nighty-thing which I was finding it increasingly distracting as my gaze lingered at the swell of her breast underneath the soft cotton. My eyes trailed down the length of her body taking in her small waist and wide hips. The nighty she wore stopped at the middle of her thigh and a part of me suddenly wanted to reach out and touch her.

My inner panther nudged me with its head, urging me to pursue the inner desire and I took a step back, slightly confused but determined that that was another change I didn’t need on my list. Murder and kidnapping was enough.

I’d taken noticed to how my panther took to her even back at Naurius’ apartment. His pacing had stopped and the irritation that had been flooding me for months now had subsided. It didn’t make any since. Why did she have the affect on us?

More importantly who was she? Who had he kidnapped?

She had to be of some importance to have an army of men breaking down doors military style to come save her. And how the hell did they know where she was?

Alex must have missed something or must have omitted a lot of information. The latter was more likely.

I turned on my heals and picked the duffle bag off the floor, then walked to the other side of the large bed, unzipped it and pulled out the medium sized black box. I hadn’t taken a good look at it before but now with it in my hands I noticed that it didn’t have a seam or a latch of any kind. I tapped on the box with the back of my knuckle.

Yep, it was hollow.

I shook it and a slight shifting noise against the inside proved that there was something in it. I felt around a bit more turning it in all direction pulling, tugging. Nothing.

How the hell was I supposed to get it open?

The double doors to my bedroom opened and Ashley Keinu, or simply Ash came walking in, his eyes immediately falling on the Mira.

“Awe, honey, you brought home a souvenir?” He joked then shifted his glance to me and frowned, “What’s in the box?”

My instruction, which I can’t seem to get access to. “Never mind that.” I said out loud. “Do you think they will follow us here?”
Back at the apartment, Ash had called to inform me that Naurius’ silent alarm had gone off and that someone or rather several people had tripped a few sensors. We literally had had about five minutes to get out of there before unexpected guest broke down the frond door. I wasn’t willing to stick around to find out who they were but my guess had been that those men were after Mira.

“Who are They?” he emphasizes. “ Who came after you? And where are Naurius and Caleb, I thought they’d be with you.”

I didn’t feel like explaining right now. “It’s a long story.” I said putting the box back in the duffle bag. “But I need to know if you think they will be able to follow us or not.”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“On what drew them there to began with.”

My head immediately turns to the white haired sleeping beauty lying on my bed. They had been after her, which meant she had drawn them there and that means she’s probably got some kind of tracking chip planted in her.

Ash must have seen the worry on my face because he asked, “What’s going on?”

“I’ll tell you later. Go back down stairs and continue to monitor the Manor. Make sure that you account for even the slightest movement to our perimeter. If a frog jumps, I want to know about it.”

Ash nodded, “Got it” and left the room closing the doors behind him leaving me alone with my beauty carrying a secret.


A few hours had gone by before she finally started to stir from slumber. Before now it had given me time to play doctor and medicate and wrap her wrists, take a quick shower on which I noticed new scar gracing my left shoulder. It also explained the bandages I had seen in the wastebasket at the apartment. I change my cloths and had gone downstairs to the kitchen to drink a few bags of blood. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until I’d finished the third bag and I assumed she would be just as hungry when she woke up. So I prepared some sandwiches with fruit and some crackers on a plate to take up stairs. I talked with a few of the other men who were wondering about the Manor, successfully averting any question regarding Naurius and Caleb. I planned on having a meeting in the office with all of the men before saying anything that might upset them individually. I checked in with Ash down in the basement to see how things were going, then asked if he could find anything legit about a woman named Alexandria Daphne, and to keep me posted if he did. I put the box in the safe in my office until I could figure out how to get it open. Then headed back upstairs with the plate of food to check on Mira, where I was currently sitting in the leather chair by the fire.

I got up and grabbed the small trash bin by my night stand and set it next to the bed close to her, just in case she felt ill upon fully waking, then I set on edge of the bed next to her watching her wake.

She drew up a hand to her head as her eyes fluttered open a few minor moans escaping her lips.

“How do you feel?” I asked as she pushed herself up to a sitting position. “I’m alright.”

She took a minute and looked around. “Where are we?”

“You’re in my bedroom.” That was all she needed to know, until I checked her for a tracking device. I didn’t know how I was going to tell her I needed to do it, but I knew it had to be done. The longer I waited the more likely those men would find them, putting everyone in the house at