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Caveat Emptor #1
Changeling Press
April 2011
On Sale: April 14, 2011
Featuring: Theron; Ryver
38 pages
ISBN: 1605216151
EAN: 9781605216157
Kindle: B006YFQV12
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Ryver came awake with a startled scream. The man touching her inner thigh moved his hand higher. She struggled against him and tried to get away but he had hold of her ankle.
“Theron!”
“Here.”
She froze. In the darkness she could just make out Theron’s features on the man attacking her. The glint of something red at Theron’s throat caught her eye.
The docility charm was red.
It had failed.
The complete horror of that realization kept her paralyzed.
Theron smiled at her, flashing his fangs in the dim light. “I do believe you asked what I would do to you if I were free. Shall I show you, Ryver?” He used her ankle and pulled her closer to him.
Fear kept her from answering or even trying to escape.
The charm had failed.
Theron was loose.
She should have taken him back. She shouldn’t have trusted some stupid green glow over her common sense. She should never have gotten him in the first place.
Theron leaned into her. Only then did she try to move away.
She pushed at Theron’s face and kicked her free leg, hoping to hit something sensitive. He still had one of her ankles trapped in his grip, and her body was half pinned beneath his, though he braced most of the weight on his other hand which was planted firmly on the bed next to her waist. Her struggles didn’t faze him. Theron chuckled as he continued his descent. His mouth was aimed for her throat.
He planned to bleed her dry.
At least it wouldn’t be a painful death.
She hoped.