The Black God (Chapter Six, page 1 of 12)


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Ashley struggled with her indecipherable emotions. She had always imagined what she'd say or feel when she saw him again, and it was nothing like what she went through now. She touched the spot on her neck where he'd bitten her, unwilling to look away from the man she'd envisioned killing when they met again.

Jonny was very different from the uncertain, emotional boy she'd dated four years before. He was quietly confident, and the oldness in his eyes led her to believe he'd been serious about killing people for blood. He had been a knobby, lean twenty year old when they last met and had filled out since then. His caramel skin and shaggy dark hair gave him the dark-and-brooding look but the assurance in his tone and steady gaze dispelled any hope she'd had some part of the boy she once cared about remained.

He had stopped her seizures and killed vamps to rescue her, ensuring those she fought never got up again. Why did this surprise her? Why did she wish he'd never done those things, never brought her to the beach and held her? Never crossed her path despite her plan for revenge?

He was everything she'd hoped he would be - everything she wanted to hate - and yet she was devastated by it. His claim never to have cared warning infuriated her, made her want to spend the next week tracking every vamp in San Diego.

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