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is mine.
Miranda clenched and unclenched her fists but
kept her eyes glued on Gabriella s face. She wanted
to be ready if Gabriella attacked not that she could
do much to protect herself against a vampire but at
least she wouldn t die without a fight.
We ve had this conversation before. He isn t a
possession, Gabriella.
I have seen the way he kisses you.
Miranda wasn t sure she wanted to know how
Gabriella had come by that bit of information. From
what I hear, Gabriella, you did more than kiss him.
Yet you have no claim either.
Miranda blinked twice. Had she just seen the
woman fly off the gurney? As she watched, Gabriella
moved toward the opposite side of the room away
from the door.
She needed something, anything to protect
herself. An instrument table sat only a few feet
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away. Miranda shook off the paralysis threatening
her legs.
She barely moved two feet before Gabriella
swirled around. The woman must have eyes in the
back of her head.
Going somewhere, little mortal?
The sarcasm dripping off her words goaded
Miranda. Well, yes, as a matter of fact I am. I have
patients to see, and this pissing contest about a man
neither one of us can claim is ridiculous.
Gabriella closed her eyes, and Miranda moved a
bit closer to the instrument table.
I didn t believe any mortal capable of your
courage, Dr. James. I admire someone who can, or
should I say attempt to stand up to me.
Had the woman just paid her a backhanded
compliment? Miranda didn t know nor did she care.
Only two more steps, and she could grasp the scalpel
handle peeking out from under its sterile covering.
So does that mean you re going to leave now?
Fly back to wherever you came from?
Gabriella snarled and closed her eyes. Miranda
lunged for the table. She had the sharp instrument
in her hand when she heard a guttural growl. Great,
she had really angered her this time.
Miranda turned to face Gabriella and wished
she could close her eyes. The woman s former beauty
had disappeared. Her eyes now shone crimson and
snarling lips revealed four incisors that would make
a dentist cringe. Red tinged their tips, and Miranda
didn t even want to guess if the blood-colored
substance had come from Heather s poor body.
She raised her weapon a split second before
Gabriella attacked.
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Eyes closed tight, Miranda waited. Her body
trembled so badly the scalpel s handle shook within
her grasp, making her hold insecure. When she
didn t feel Gabriella s talons tearing her to shreds,
she opened one eye.
The scalpel hit the tiled floor with a clatter.
Gabriella hung motionless in midair her arms
extended, her claws curved, ready to strike.
Why didn t she? What had stopped her?
Miranda watched the horrendous caricature of
Gabriella s mouth smile.
It seems we are about to have company. I hate
to break up this cozy little chat, but I must fly.
Miranda s sigh of relief lifted the hair off her
forehead.
But first!
Miranda s heart thumped. She should have
known she wouldn t get off that easy.
Gabriella struck like lightning. Her hand
grasped Miranda s throat. Talons raked her neck.
Bolts of fiery pain singed her skin. The wetness
crawling to her neckline had to be blood. Fear surged
through her. Her ears roared; her head swam as
Gabriella exerted more pressure.
Miranda struggled against the vampire s hold.
She tried desperately to suck in air.
The hand encircling her throat tightened. Blue
starbursts exploded behind her eyelids. Miranda felt
the pull of death as it tried to claim her.
Gabriella slammed her fist into Miranda s chest.
The impact propelled her across the room. Her back
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and head connected with the cold wall. White flashes
of light fled into darkness.
****
Zacke s fangs extended as he pushed open the
door to the morgue. His heartbeat wailed in a
crescendo of fear, hopelessness, and rage.
Gabriella had gotten to Miranda. He knew it, as
did the men with him. He only hoped she was still
alive and not
Zacke froze out the thought of a torn and
bleeding Miranda begging for her life before she died
in a pool of blood.
He would not allow it. If he had to, he would
transform his beloved. His heart and mind rebelled
at the hatred she would hold for his actions, but he
would embrace her abhorrence with open arms. God
above, he couldn t lose her.
At first, he thought the room empty. Silence
reigned; just as it should in a room meant for death.
He stepped over the threshold, followed by his
backup. Gideon had gotten to the hospital almost as
quickly as he and his vampire brethren.
His partner found them interrogating Mac and
then Gideon had taken the elevator while the rest of
them had taken to the air, transforming their bodies
into molecules of mist.
He sensed Gabriella even before he d arrived
on the basement level. The evil coming from her
filled his nostrils with a burning stench. The closer
he drew to her, the more intense the stench became
until the walls reeked with her presence.
He heard her laughter and the taunting words
she spat at Miranda. Both chilled him to the core.
But what froze the useless organ in his chest now
was the silence.
His mind probed the confines of the room.
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Miranda clenched and unclenched her fists but
kept her eyes glued on Gabriella s face. She wanted
to be ready if Gabriella attacked not that she could
do much to protect herself against a vampire but at
least she wouldn t die without a fight.
We ve had this conversation before. He isn t a
possession, Gabriella.
I have seen the way he kisses you.
Miranda wasn t sure she wanted to know how
Gabriella had come by that bit of information. From
what I hear, Gabriella, you did more than kiss him.
Yet you have no claim either.
Miranda blinked twice. Had she just seen the
woman fly off the gurney? As she watched, Gabriella
moved toward the opposite side of the room away
from the door.
She needed something, anything to protect
herself. An instrument table sat only a few feet
200
Kensington s Soul
away. Miranda shook off the paralysis threatening
her legs.
She barely moved two feet before Gabriella
swirled around. The woman must have eyes in the
back of her head.
Going somewhere, little mortal?
The sarcasm dripping off her words goaded
Miranda. Well, yes, as a matter of fact I am. I have
patients to see, and this pissing contest about a man
neither one of us can claim is ridiculous.
Gabriella closed her eyes, and Miranda moved a
bit closer to the instrument table.
I didn t believe any mortal capable of your
courage, Dr. James. I admire someone who can, or
should I say attempt to stand up to me.
Had the woman just paid her a backhanded
compliment? Miranda didn t know nor did she care.
Only two more steps, and she could grasp the scalpel
handle peeking out from under its sterile covering.
So does that mean you re going to leave now?
Fly back to wherever you came from?
Gabriella snarled and closed her eyes. Miranda
lunged for the table. She had the sharp instrument
in her hand when she heard a guttural growl. Great,
she had really angered her this time.
Miranda turned to face Gabriella and wished
she could close her eyes. The woman s former beauty
had disappeared. Her eyes now shone crimson and
snarling lips revealed four incisors that would make
a dentist cringe. Red tinged their tips, and Miranda
didn t even want to guess if the blood-colored
substance had come from Heather s poor body.
She raised her weapon a split second before
Gabriella attacked.
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Faith V. Smith
Chapter Seventeen
Eyes closed tight, Miranda waited. Her body
trembled so badly the scalpel s handle shook within
her grasp, making her hold insecure. When she
didn t feel Gabriella s talons tearing her to shreds,
she opened one eye.
The scalpel hit the tiled floor with a clatter.
Gabriella hung motionless in midair her arms
extended, her claws curved, ready to strike.
Why didn t she? What had stopped her?
Miranda watched the horrendous caricature of
Gabriella s mouth smile.
It seems we are about to have company. I hate
to break up this cozy little chat, but I must fly.
Miranda s sigh of relief lifted the hair off her
forehead.
But first!
Miranda s heart thumped. She should have
known she wouldn t get off that easy.
Gabriella struck like lightning. Her hand
grasped Miranda s throat. Talons raked her neck.
Bolts of fiery pain singed her skin. The wetness
crawling to her neckline had to be blood. Fear surged
through her. Her ears roared; her head swam as
Gabriella exerted more pressure.
Miranda struggled against the vampire s hold.
She tried desperately to suck in air.
The hand encircling her throat tightened. Blue
starbursts exploded behind her eyelids. Miranda felt
the pull of death as it tried to claim her.
Gabriella slammed her fist into Miranda s chest.
The impact propelled her across the room. Her back
202
Kensington s Soul
and head connected with the cold wall. White flashes
of light fled into darkness.
****
Zacke s fangs extended as he pushed open the
door to the morgue. His heartbeat wailed in a
crescendo of fear, hopelessness, and rage.
Gabriella had gotten to Miranda. He knew it, as
did the men with him. He only hoped she was still
alive and not
Zacke froze out the thought of a torn and
bleeding Miranda begging for her life before she died
in a pool of blood.
He would not allow it. If he had to, he would
transform his beloved. His heart and mind rebelled
at the hatred she would hold for his actions, but he
would embrace her abhorrence with open arms. God
above, he couldn t lose her.
At first, he thought the room empty. Silence
reigned; just as it should in a room meant for death.
He stepped over the threshold, followed by his
backup. Gideon had gotten to the hospital almost as
quickly as he and his vampire brethren.
His partner found them interrogating Mac and
then Gideon had taken the elevator while the rest of
them had taken to the air, transforming their bodies
into molecules of mist.
He sensed Gabriella even before he d arrived
on the basement level. The evil coming from her
filled his nostrils with a burning stench. The closer
he drew to her, the more intense the stench became
until the walls reeked with her presence.
He heard her laughter and the taunting words
she spat at Miranda. Both chilled him to the core.
But what froze the useless organ in his chest now
was the silence.
His mind probed the confines of the room.
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