"Awake!" he screamed.
I jolted up from the bed in a cold sweat and confused, who carried me there? Ethan hovered over me, Stephanie rocked in the corner, and Alex paced the floor.
"It worked." Alex paused his walking, still not looking at me. "Thank God, it worked."
"Of course it did," Stephanie agreed; her eyes held such a deep sadness, my heart clenched in my chest. "Ethan…"
He shoved away from the bedside and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
"He won't hurt you." Alex gave me a sympathetic smile. "Just… give him time."
"Time?"
Stephanie nodded. "To get used to the idea."
"The idea of what?"
"You're his new mate." Stephanie stood, just as the sound of a man screaming in agony pierced my ears. "We'll leave you now."
CHAPTER FIVE
Genesis
THE DOOR CLICKED SHUT, LEAVING ME completely and utterly alone. I pulled the blanket up to my chin and gave another jolt when another guttural roar came from somewhere in the house.
Ethan.
The minute I thought his name, I reached to my neck to see if he'd bitten me like Mason. Nothing but smooth skin met my fingertips, though my entire body still felt frozen — as if Cassius had marked me with a frigid temperature or something. But that was crazy.
In fact, the whole scenario was crazy.
I'd left every belonging I'd had with my mother, thinking I'd probably see her after I met with the immortals — she hadn't given me reason to believe otherwise.
I had no cell phone.
No money.
Absolutely no identification.
And, up until this point, I'd thought I'd been chosen to work for some secret society that hated me — but needed me desperately.
Instead, I'd been scared within an inch of my life.
And bitten twice — or at least I assumed twice.
My fingers grazed my neck again.
Nothing.
Another yell, this one hoarser than the ones before, as if Ethan was losing his voice.
I shivered and watched the flames flicker in the fireplace. The room they'd put me in was extravagant. I was lying in a king-sized bed with sheets that felt like silk against my fingers. A flat screen TV was positioned next to the fireplace, and pieces of artfully chosen furniture in tans and brown were scattered around, making everything look like I'd just stepped into Pottery Barn.
You know, if Pottery Barn included screaming as their background music.
Was I just supposed to wait until Ethan was done having a nervous breakdown? I mean, what was the protocol? My stomach growled on cue, reminding me that I hadn't eaten anything all morning.
Well, maybe if I starved to death, they wouldn't have to worry about me anymore. It seemed I was causing more trouble than anything.