Blood's Fury (Deadly Beauties 1)

"It appears we have a common enemy then. You'll hear from me soon."

He walks away, and before I know it, he's dust in the air.

"Down here," I call as I stare in the direction of my nighttime captor who is now gone.

I turn back to view the image again, but it's gone as well. The vacant ground rests peacefully, showing no proof of the fight it once shed light on.

Suddenly Frankie is beside me, materializing as he throws his arms around me and jolts me forward.

"What the hell happened?"

I pull back, staring once more at the empty, silent woods ahead as I step out of Frankie's hold completely.

"A dark user robbed me from the room, showed me proof the same people are attacking them, and then he disappeared."

"A dark user?" Thad growls as he joins us, his shoulder already healing.

"I'm fine, Thad. You should be resting," I murmur while walking over to him.

At least he's wearing something over his bare… um… manhood now.

"You're not fine if you were just taken by a dark user."

His hand snakes around my waist, and he starts leading me back toward the house, looking over his shoulder the whole time. Right now, I don't know if I want to tell them about the black diamond of… whatever.

None of them will believe it until they see what I saw, and we don't have that kind of magic. I'll just wait on him to show up… again.

The glare of the sun promises to melt the snow, but the frigid, white blanket refuses to go without a fight. I smirk as I see it sweating, the melting pieces trickling down, but there's so much of it. There's not a chance it'll all melt.

"What are you doing? Watching the snow?" Thad chuckles as he sits down beside me on the porch steps.

I sip my coffee and then nod.

"This is the longest we've stayed in one spot, and I've finally had time to get bored. Where're the others?"

"Out, running down leads. I'm yours for the day it seems. Let's cure that boredom," he says menacingly.

"What's that?" I ask, motioning to the coin he wears on a chain and ignoring his scandalous comment.

He looks down, running his fingers over it before palming it.

"It's something I'm supposed to keep safe."

"For what exactly?"

He shrugs, dropping it back to his chest while leaning back.

"I don't know. It was just given to me by someone special - someone powerful - and she told me to keep it safe until it found its way into the right hands."

That's vague.

"Whose hands are the right hands?"

"That... I don't know. I assume the answer will reveal itself in time."

Riddles and mysteries. I hate our world.

His shoulder draws my attention. In just two days time, it's completely healed - no proof of his scrape with the night stalker.