Breathing Her Air
Lacey Thorn
It's your world...unlaced
It's your world...unlaced
An Excerpt From: BREATHING HER AIR
Copyright © LACEY THORN, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Vulcan gave a cry from the air above, jerking Alea out of her thoughts. It was harsh
and full of warning and she quickly searched the area for what Vulcan sensed.
There was nothing…and then there was way too much. A man stepped out of the
trees mere feet in front of her, followed quickly by another one. They were both
well over seven feet tall, huge even compared to her cousins who stood seven feet
even. They had shoulder-length brown hair streaked on the sides with a deep silver
that seemed to catch in the sun, and she would have said that they were identical
until they looked up and clashed gazes with her. One had a piercing gaze that
hooked her and wouldn’t let her go. She had never seen such a pure silver before.
Except on the beak and talons of her best friend Vulcan.
As a slow smile took place on his lips another caw filled the air. Alea was poised to
run when the unthinkable happened and the bird that called none friend but her
landed on the arm of one of the warriors in front of her.
“You must be Alea,” the one with the piercing gaze said and slowly headed toward
her. “We’ve come a long way to find you.”
And then it hit her. These were the Xandova brothers, her chosen mates. These two
men would claim her and mate with her and she would belong to them. As fear took
over Alea was paralyzed, unable to move or breathe. The last thing she heard was a
harsh gasp as the black cloud obscuring her vision overtook her and her knees
gave way. The ones she had hoped wouldn’t show were here. And they had come
for her.
Copyright © LACEY THORN, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Vulcan gave a cry from the air above, jerking Alea out of her thoughts. It was harsh
and full of warning and she quickly searched the area for what Vulcan sensed.
There was nothing…and then there was way too much. A man stepped out of the
trees mere feet in front of her, followed quickly by another one. They were both
well over seven feet tall, huge even compared to her cousins who stood seven feet
even. They had shoulder-length brown hair streaked on the sides with a deep silver
that seemed to catch in the sun, and she would have said that they were identical
until they looked up and clashed gazes with her. One had a piercing gaze that
hooked her and wouldn’t let her go. She had never seen such a pure silver before.
Except on the beak and talons of her best friend Vulcan.
As a slow smile took place on his lips another caw filled the air. Alea was poised to
run when the unthinkable happened and the bird that called none friend but her
landed on the arm of one of the warriors in front of her.
“You must be Alea,” the one with the piercing gaze said and slowly headed toward
her. “We’ve come a long way to find you.”
And then it hit her. These were the Xandova brothers, her chosen mates. These two
men would claim her and mate with her and she would belong to them. As fear took
over Alea was paralyzed, unable to move or breathe. The last thing she heard was a
harsh gasp as the black cloud obscuring her vision overtook her and her knees
gave way. The ones she had hoped wouldn’t show were here. And they had come
for her.