Immortally Theirs [Legends & Myths] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free

hungry look in the reaper’s gaze triggered Christian’s possessiveness, something that had never happened with other humans he had watched Atticus target over the years. Every protective instinct Christian possessed fired up at once. He didn’t understand his overwhelming feelings, but in that moment, Christian vowed he would find a way to prevent the dark reaper from taking this woman’s soul.

Chapter Four
     
    Claire sipped her beer as she listened to the tour guide regale the group with a story of yet another gruesome death. This was the third stop of the night, and this latest tale hit a little too close to home for Claire’s comfort. According to the tour guide, a jealous husband had killed his wife in a fit of rage. Legend held that the murdered woman’s spirit refused to leave this building, the place where she and her husband once lived and which had been turned into a bar years ago.
    Claire didn’t know if she believed the accounts of strange noises during the night, a mist-shrouded figure appearing to the bar’s owners and employees, or items seeming to move on their own. But she did feel something. It was as though some odd, cold sensation crawled over her skin. She glanced around, the feeling of being watched making the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
    The sensation intensified when her gaze swept across two men standing at the back of the room, leaning against the bar. Their stares were focused on her. Claire’s pulse quickened. Her breaths came in rapid gasps. She turned her head away and tried to look at something else, anything else. She concentrated on the old black and white photos hanging on the wall behind her, depicting images of St. Augustine’s past. At any other time, she would have been riveted by the old buildings, the distinctly Spanish architecture, and the stories they held. But tonight, with two hard stares focused in her direction making her skin prick, her gaze wandered back to the two men.
    The taller man had short-cropped white hair and gray eyes that seemed to look straight through her. He was strikingly handsome with an almost surreal quality about him, but she didn’t like the way he looked at her. His stare made her want to run. She locked her knees and forced her legs to remain still. She had seen that look in Mark’s eyes far too often. This man was a predator.
    The other man also focused on her with a hard intensity, but oddly enough, Claire didn’t feel threatened by his stare. He was almost as tall as his companion, but his demeanor seemed contrary to the man next to him. Dark blond curls covered his forehead and brushed his nape, giving him a boyish look. Where the white-haired man’s stare repelled her, Claire found herself drawn to the warm gaze of the blond-haired man. She almost wanted to walk over to him.
    She shook herself and forced herself to look away again. It didn’t matter how tired she was of being alone and isolated, she wasn’t here to be drawn toward anyone. She was here to disappear for a while and to try and enjoy what little time she had before Mark tracked her down.
    The odd feelings she had must be due to the spooky stories she’d been hearing all night and her reason for being in St. Augustine in the first place. She’d spent the last week driving from city to city, looking over her shoulder and expecting to see Mark’s pulling up behind her. It was to be expected that she was going to be a little paranoid. Okay, a lot paranoid.
    Claire had invested a great deal of time and patience in this escape and she feared Mark would catch up to her before she had a chance to taste freedom. She had fought the urge to fight back on so many occasions, instead pretending to be the meek and cowering wife Mark thought she was. He thought she was too weak and too intimidated to even think about leaving him. And so Mark had finally left her alone with his bitch of a mother who lived with them, while he went on another one of his trips. He’d even been