It's as if we lift off, just the two of us in our own space, drifting through a whirlwind of exploding pleasure. Our souls beat as one and our lives set course together. As we gently descend back into reality, Kane wraps me in his arms and kisses me gently. My body shakes from the pleasure, and I hold myself against him, never having felt more protected or safer in my life.
"I love you."
Kane looks at me, his eyes now soften a bit, and he leans forward, nudging my nose with his. "For all of time."
I lean forward, pressing my forehead to his. "Even longer than that."
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Chapter One
Annalice
I could hear them long before I saw the faceless shadows creeping across the ground.
Their nails scraped against the brick walls, causing a horrific screech to ring loudly in my sensitive ears. Rain poured down from an obsidian sky that was streaked with grey storm clouds.
Droplets moved over the shrouded figures like water gently cascading over smooth rocks along a riverbank. Steam coiled from between my lips. My eyes darted back and forth as I tried to find a weapon. But weapons were useless against these creatures, for they were not from this world. They were much older than the dawn of man.
I had no choice but to run.
Water splashed up from the ground as my boots pounded against the concrete. The muscles in my legs burned. A gust of hot breath caressed the back of my neck and I tore down the alley. I knew I had to keep them away from the people that wandered aimlessly through the city.
Boney, taloned fingers wrapped around my ankle and jerked me back. I hit the ground with a wet thud and a pained groan exploded from my chest. My hands shoved against the creature’s gaping mouth as it hissed. A thick rope of rancid saliva dripped just inches from my face.
I rammed my elbow into its side and knocked it off of me, scrambling back on my hands until I was able to run again.
In truth, I had been running for a long time. My life had been perfect ten years ago. Back then I was simply, Anna. Anna Olson of Greensborough, South Dakota.
I graduated high school early and was on a full paid scholarship to any university I wanted, with Yale and Harvard scouting me for entrance exams.
But all of that changed in an instant.
I remember that day. I had barely lifted my arms to hang my diploma on the wall, when the door burst open. Splinters of wood came flying towards my face and three hulking shadows appeared in the entrance of my foster home. All of my foster siblings and the kind man that had taken care of us, had been torn to pieces as they tried to flee. The last thing I heard before the world went dark was a serpent-like voice uttering, “Annalice.”
I awakened in a pool of scarlet liquid with police officers standing over me.
They asked an endless stream of questions that I didn’t have answers to. It took months to convince a judge that I hadn’t killed my family, that I wasn’t some troubled soul that wormed my way into their hearts only to destroy the only home I had ever known.
Harvard and Yale stopped calling.
Everyone stopped calling.
I had no friends and no life anymore.
I couldn’t tell a room full of badges that shadow creatures had ripped through my foster family, so I told them a man had broken in to hurt us. In the end, they came to the conclusion that I was an orphan with a clean record and a bright future, not a murderer.
Moving to a new state and a new city had been a big change, but I felt safe for a while.
And yet here I was, again, still running for my life.
I took a sharp turn and ducked beneath a partially opened garage door of what appeared to be a loading dock of some sort. The building was abandoned, but the soda cans and old pizza boxes meant this was somewhere young kids came to hang out and probably skateboard. I heard the creatures scratching at the opening I came through and darted in search of an exit.
They found a way inside and I shoved my shoulder against an old door until it opened. A curtain of rain soaked me through the bone and blanketed the city as lightning streaked across the sky.
My boots slipped on the iron grating of the fire escape. I grabbed onto the ladder. It was stuck, unable to slide down the rails, so I jumped. A sharp pain shot up my leg as my ankle twisted on the landing.
I limped towards the end of the alley and tried to put some distance between myself
