Free Forever Yours (#2) by Deila Longford

Forever Yours –Series
    By Deila Longford
    Part Two
    2013

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    ~ Acknowledgements ~
    This book is dedicated to all of the fans and readers of my
first three books.
    Without you there would be no reason me to write.
    Also dedicated to my family.

    One

    I wake up in the morning and I scowl at the empty side of the
bed, when I see that Dalton is nowhere in sight. I throw my head
back down onto my pillow, in frustration and I cover my face with
the sheets. I inhale the hot air that is forming under the covers
and I gently smile, when I think back on last night. I slept
incredibly well, once I closed my eyes. I lay awake for ages, just
looking at Dalton as he stared out at my small, cluttered room. His
eyes were soft and his breathing was gentle as he held me close to
him. I felt safe and protected in his arms and I never wanted that
feeling to pass. I wanted that night to last forever; I wanted to
be in his arms, until I couldn’t breathe. His icy kiss has marked
me forever and I absolutely refuse to believe that he doesn’t care
about me. If my life meant nothing to him, then he wouldn’t have
stayed with me last night, worrying that I was going to die and
transition into a vampire. I slightly graze my neck wounds, as I
remember the sensation of his fangs on my skin. I adored the
feeling and the pleasure of him feeding on me and I basked in the
satisfaction of helping him through his pain. All of those
wonderful thoughts and memories are destroyed, because he has left
me. I have woken up to him not being here and the excitement I had
of that image, was the only reason that I gave in to my exhaustion.
I reluctantly closed my eyes, knowing that I would have him next to
me in the morning, but morning is here and he’s not.
    I shower and I get ready for work, hoping that I will be able
to focus on work and not spend my entire day, thinking about
Dalton. I throw on my jeans and I my red work shirt and then I tie
my hair into a loose ponytail. I stare at my image in the mirror
and then I push the fabric away from my neck, as I take in the
sight of my wounds. Two little red marks are situated a few inches
below my earlobe and I gently graze them, my mind flashes back to
the sensation of Dalton’s feed. I close my eyes and for that
moment, I give into the craving of those thoughts, but my eyes
widen when my door thrusts open. I quickly place the collar of my
shirt over my wounds and then I turn to see who has rudely entered
my room. I let out a sigh when I see Rachel standing in the
doorjamb, with her arms crossed over her chest and her hair grazing
both sides of her face. She looks annoyed and I get the feeling
that she has something that she would like to get off her chest. I
brace myself as I have felt the wrath and the icy tongue of Rachel,
many times before.
    “Have you no consideration for anyone but yourself?” She
exclaims. I move closer to her and I stare at her in confusion
–what have I done to upset her now?
    “ What is your problem?” I say in a firm, annoyed tone. Rachel
pouts her lips at me and then she throws her hands into the air. I
don’t like her attitude or her crazy hand gestures, so I grab my
bag from my bed and then I brush past her, slamming the door as I
walk. I make my way along the narrow hallway and I roll my eyes,
when I hear Rachel stomping after me in her high heels. I reach the
kitchen and I see that my uncle and Jen are having their breakfast.
I pull at the fabric of my shirt, making sure that my little wounds
are covered as I enter the room. Jen smiles at me as she hands me a
plate of bacon and eggs, I return her gesture, but I politely
refuse her offer.
    “ Thanks, but I’m not hungry,” I say as I place the plate down
onto the kitchen counter. Jen’s smile has faded and she is