Revenant in Training (Blood and Snow series) Read Online Free

longer, but a deep red cotton dress. The sleeves were short, and lined in black ribbing, as was the round, scooped coll ar, and the dresses’ hem went to my knees. My feet were bare.
    It surprised me I wasn’t afraid. I was bitten in this realm. The Hunter took my blood, turned me into a revenant, so fear should’ve been what I felt.
    “Hello,” I murmured, carefully stepping over a boulder, moving in the direction of a babbling brook. As I walked, I sensed a presenc e . The Hunter’s. That knowledge didn’t frighten me either. Instead, an excited anticipation filled my stomach with butterflies. I bit my lip.
    “Where are you?”
    The scenery seemed to shimmer in the early morning light. Dew drops glistened on bright green leaves, and spongy moss. The air flourished fragrant with flowers in lavender, rose, butter, and blue . They bloomed in abundance . Chipmunks, rabbits, and d eer examined me. Their ears perked, and their noses wiggled, sniffing for danger.
    “It’s been too long since I’ve savored you.” Each of his word s came out laced with longing, and sent jolts through my veins.
    “Let me see you.” I remembered the way I’d felt when he drank from me , and I trembled .
    He stepped from behind a large tree. A thick, brown hood shaded his face, so a ll I saw were his glowing red eyes. He wore a brown leather vest that enhanced his broad shoulders, rippling biceps, and trim waist. His pants were made of cloth, and hung low on his hips, a le ather belt keeping them secured . A large knife sat in a sheath, and was attached to his belt. Dark brown boots covered his feet.
    At the sight of him, my body tensed, not in fear, but desire . I wanted his ar ms around me. I wanted his lips on my neck, his mouth drinking… “What is your name, Hunter?” I asked, my voice shaking with need.
    “Here I am called Christopher,” he replied gruffly . He stepped away from the tree, and into the sunlight. I still couldn’t see his face.
    “If you’re a vampire, why doesn’t the sun burn you?” I asked, curious. My hunger for his blood seared so strong, it took every ounce of effort I possessed not to attack him.
    “The Queen’s magic is very powerful. I have no fear of the sun.” Another step.
    I took another . Our steps like a dance. A deadly dance. One I didn’t want to w in. If I reached out my hands I would’ve touched him, but I didn’t. He smelled earthy, like clover, and honey.
    “Are you going to bite me again?” The words left my mouth, and I instantly knew I wanted him to.
    “I will if that is what you desire.” He sounded so calm, but his heart raced. Another step. Our bodies practically touched, but we kept our hands to our sides.
    “If you’re a vampire, why does your heart beat?” I asked, startled .
    “More of the Queen’s magic,” he replied, his words like a soft gust against my face.
    “Can I bite you?” I’d blurted the question before my brain had time to filter it. That was my deepest desire.
    At my request , he raised his head. I squinted, trying to see his face. Still, all I saw were his eyes, and they appeared shocked .
    “Yes,” he said, in a voice that quivered .
    I slipped my hands into his hood , and touched his neck, felt his quickening pulse. He lifted me, so my fangs dangled parallel to his neck . I wrapped my legs around his hips, surprised at my forwardness.
    “Wait,” he said, huskily .
    I opened my mouth, and allowed my fangs to grow.
    He walked backward until his back pressed against a tree. Then h e slid down so he rested at its base . I readjusted , tilting his neck toward me. He was so warm, his skin soft, like the supple leather vest he wore. “Christopher . ”
    He had his hands in my hair, his body asking, the way mine had the other night. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
    His question brought me up short. “Is that bad?”
    “No. ” He sounded pain ed.
    My fangs retracted some. “Why can’t I see your face? Do I know you?”
    “If you