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wind tunnel. As quickly as the wind whipped into
a funnel shape around the house. it moved toward
the SUV, forewarning Trish s arrival as she
stormed outside. Damien swallowed and stared,
mouth agape. Trish stopped next to the vehicle.
The whites of her eyes glowed, her auburn hair
floated around her like a cape.
Trish gripped the latch to the back door of the
SUV and used it to rip the door off the vehicle,
flinging it across the neighbor s yard, where it
wrapped around a barren elm. She hefted the
chain-laden Eric out of the backseat with one hand
wrapped around his throat. Eric s eyes bulged as
he tried to scream.
* * * *
With her free hand, Trish cupped his scalp,
creating a human conduit from his brain to hers.
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At the speed of light, she rifled through this
thoughts childhood memories of riding horses
with his twin sister, the fear that came with
turning into a vampire, the location of hidden
Collective funds and library materials. She fast-
forwarded through to the death of Russell, how
Eric took pleasure in draining Russell s life force,
then sinking the body in a local lake, cinderblocks
used as weights. Trish kept digging, storing what
information she could use, dismissing the rest.
Finally her mother s image surfaced. Eric was
lying. Her mother was dead, disposed of as so
much garbage at the local waste center, a corpse
acting as nutrients for maggots, flies and other
small scavengers.
Trish roared in pain and anger. She
instinctively squeezed Eric s throat. Her mind was
so clouded with the most amazing mind fuck of
pure power compounded by her grief that she was
barely aware of her actions. It felt like someone
anointed her with godlike status and the
omnipotent powers that went with the title while
simultaneously ripping her heart out.
She was only vaguely aware of the images
flashing through to her from her Collective. Back
at the lodge, Ms. Fine headed a table of six staff
members. All were lost in a comatose state, their
eyes empty, their bodies locked in mid-motion.
Across town, a young Hispanic a newly changed
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Collective member held a young blonde close to
him, his lips just grazing her skin, but as hungry
as he had been just moments before he couldn t
move, couldn t respond to the girl s moans. Back
at Remy s cabin, Randolph and Dr. Delaney
became human statues before Remy s eyes, no
longer responding to his questions or capable of
free will. Only those who had shared Trish s
blood Damien and her mate Remy remained
coherent, focused and capable.
Trish fought the blinding urge to destroy Eric,
not simply end his undead existence, but rip his
body limb from limb until he was nothing more
than a bloody memory. The harder she fought, the
faster the tornado swirled around the SUV,
virtually enclosing the vampires in a raging wall
of flying debris. Trish blinked, body shuddering,
then threw Eric back into the vehicle with such
force the SUV rocked from the impact.
Eric lay crumpled, slumped in an unnatural
position, half in the seat and half on the ground.
His occasional blinking and incoherent mumbling
were the only signs of life. Even his thoughts, as
they filtered to Trish, were hoarse and broken.
She s the one& The one& I ve created& after all
this time.
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Chapter Eleven
he power surged through her, out of control
Twith no outlet, no concerted purpose. Trish s
nerves were raw, each one a stinging reminder
that had she not met Eric her mother would still
be alive. Her emotions ran from one end of the
gamut to the other, a jumbled mess of fear, anger
and desire. Each time she blinked, she flashed on
another Collective member Sarge slumped over
the wheel of his Jeep, a young black woman
wearing a purple halter dress crumpled on a
parquet floor, Ms. Fine face down on the
conference table.
All over the Stalworth and Macon territories,
vampires lost power as Trish went into overload.
The winds grew in intensity. The tornado
expanded, picking up Trish s family home and
hurling it skyward. She watched it disappear, but
without her mother, the house no longer felt like
home.
Trish knew she was an out-of-control
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phenomenon capable of destroying the entire city
and both Collectives in one almighty step. She
squeezed her eyelids shut, attempting to force the
power back into the Collectives, but the harder she
concentrated, the more intensely the power surge
spiked through her. Her back arched until only
her toes touched the ground. The velocity of the
surrounding winds held her in an upright
position.
As soon as Trish quit fighting the energy and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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