My Guardian Vampire: BBW Paranormal Romance (The Guardians Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Roxy Wilson
heat in his veins that urged him to move, Aric jumped off the bed. He jammed his feet into his shoes and tore out of the apartment.
What had Lacey done now?
What new trouble did she brew?
Chapter Three
Lacey was asleep when she first sensed that something just wasn’t quite right. It wasn’t something that she actually heard, or perhaps it was. She couldn’t be sure. Maybe it was just a subtle shift in the air or the feeling that there was another presence in her apartment.
Whatever it was, she woke up faster than she’d ever done before. One minute, she was flat on her back, deep in sleep, and in the next instant, she sat and realized that she was in danger. Before she could even figure out what was going on, she smelled it.
Smoke.
Damn !
She scrambled off the bed and dashed towards the bedroom door. She grasped the doorknob, and yanked it open. She couldn’t go far. A wall of fire was just a few feet beyond. Her apartment was on fire. Her mind went blank, but only for a moment. She spun around, and shut the door.
Smoke poured in from under the door and she stumbled back to the bed. What the hell was going on? Had she accidently left the stove on? No. It wasn’t possible. She hadn’t even turned the damned thing on. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before and even though Lacey was confused and scared, she also knew that if she wanted to live, she needed to get out before it was too late. The survival instinct kicked in. She leaped off the bed, grabbed her laptop, and shoved it into her backpack. As long as she had it, her work was safe. Lacey debated on whether or not she should take out her ID cards, passport, and other important documents from the cabinet, but time was running out.
Fast.
Scurrying over to the window, she tried to open it but it was jammed.
Shit !
When was the last time she opened this damn thing? Lacey pushed and heaved but to no avail. Smoke was now thick in her room and she felt dizzy. Picking up her scarf, she tied it around her face to buy herself a few more precious minutes.
Smoke could kill as quickly as fire.
Again, she pushed up the window and was rewarded as it rose about half an inch. She inhaled, still careful not to breathe in too quickly, but couldn’t help but be grateful for the tiny breath of fresh air that filtered in through the thin crack.
More, more, more!
She heaved again with all her might, but the window didn’t go up.
Damn it !
She refused to die. Not here. Not now. She wouldn’t succumb to this fire. No, she wouldn’t. Death wasn’t high on her agenda; life was.
Once more, she forced her tired arms to push the window up. It rose up an inch and the fresh air was a relief, but there was no way that she could slide through that crack. Smoke inside the room was so thick that she could barely see. It was also affecting her mind. She could feel her thoughts freeze as she gasped for breath. Lacey hunkered down, took a steadying breath of the fresh air that passed through the thin crack and tried to yank the window up once again. Her efforts were in vain, it refused to budge.
What the hell am I going to do ?
She was going to die in this room, probably from smoke inhalation and then the fire would come in and she would be burned slowly as she remained on this spot. She could imagine the flames crackling over her skin, the searing hot pain of it, the burns, and then the relief that would follow when her mind succumbed to the injuries.
No.
Yes.
One more time, she pushed but already she could feel her strength failing. Now that the smoke had penetrated through her lungs, it took great effort to move her arms. She couldn’t even think any more. It was impossible to focus, to plan. But she refused to give up.
She wouldn’t die.
From somewhere deep inside, she found a final reservoir of strength and pushed the window and…
…Mercifully it shifted half-way up. There was just enough space for her to slide her leg through and then push her
What had Lacey done now?
What new trouble did she brew?
Chapter Three
Lacey was asleep when she first sensed that something just wasn’t quite right. It wasn’t something that she actually heard, or perhaps it was. She couldn’t be sure. Maybe it was just a subtle shift in the air or the feeling that there was another presence in her apartment.
Whatever it was, she woke up faster than she’d ever done before. One minute, she was flat on her back, deep in sleep, and in the next instant, she sat and realized that she was in danger. Before she could even figure out what was going on, she smelled it.
Smoke.
Damn !
She scrambled off the bed and dashed towards the bedroom door. She grasped the doorknob, and yanked it open. She couldn’t go far. A wall of fire was just a few feet beyond. Her apartment was on fire. Her mind went blank, but only for a moment. She spun around, and shut the door.
Smoke poured in from under the door and she stumbled back to the bed. What the hell was going on? Had she accidently left the stove on? No. It wasn’t possible. She hadn’t even turned the damned thing on. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before and even though Lacey was confused and scared, she also knew that if she wanted to live, she needed to get out before it was too late. The survival instinct kicked in. She leaped off the bed, grabbed her laptop, and shoved it into her backpack. As long as she had it, her work was safe. Lacey debated on whether or not she should take out her ID cards, passport, and other important documents from the cabinet, but time was running out.
Fast.
Scurrying over to the window, she tried to open it but it was jammed.
Shit !
When was the last time she opened this damn thing? Lacey pushed and heaved but to no avail. Smoke was now thick in her room and she felt dizzy. Picking up her scarf, she tied it around her face to buy herself a few more precious minutes.
Smoke could kill as quickly as fire.
Again, she pushed up the window and was rewarded as it rose about half an inch. She inhaled, still careful not to breathe in too quickly, but couldn’t help but be grateful for the tiny breath of fresh air that filtered in through the thin crack.
More, more, more!
She heaved again with all her might, but the window didn’t go up.
Damn it !
She refused to die. Not here. Not now. She wouldn’t succumb to this fire. No, she wouldn’t. Death wasn’t high on her agenda; life was.
Once more, she forced her tired arms to push the window up. It rose up an inch and the fresh air was a relief, but there was no way that she could slide through that crack. Smoke inside the room was so thick that she could barely see. It was also affecting her mind. She could feel her thoughts freeze as she gasped for breath. Lacey hunkered down, took a steadying breath of the fresh air that passed through the thin crack and tried to yank the window up once again. Her efforts were in vain, it refused to budge.
What the hell am I going to do ?
She was going to die in this room, probably from smoke inhalation and then the fire would come in and she would be burned slowly as she remained on this spot. She could imagine the flames crackling over her skin, the searing hot pain of it, the burns, and then the relief that would follow when her mind succumbed to the injuries.
No.
Yes.
One more time, she pushed but already she could feel her strength failing. Now that the smoke had penetrated through her lungs, it took great effort to move her arms. She couldn’t even think any more. It was impossible to focus, to plan. But she refused to give up.
She wouldn’t die.
From somewhere deep inside, she found a final reservoir of strength and pushed the window and…
…Mercifully it shifted half-way up. There was just enough space for her to slide her leg through and then push her
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