The Original Sin (Skye Morrison Vampire Series, #3) Read Online Free

down.  I didn’t expect him to go down as easily as he did and I ended up falling on top of him, my sword at his throat.
    Hagan’s eyes shone with the laughter he was suppressing.  “You didn’t mean to fall, did you?”
    “Hell no,” I grunted as I rolled off of him and onto my back next to him, breathing heavily.  “But it worked, and it looked good, didn’t it?”
    Hagan actually chuckled as he flashed with vampire speed to stand up. He extended his arm to me in an offer to help me stand. 
    “No, I’m good,” I said as I dropped my sword and waved my hand in the air in surrender.  “I need a minute here to catch my breath.”
    Hagan smiled as he picked up my sword and stood over me.  “That’ll do for today, I suppose.  You managed to get me on the ground, so that’s an improvement, but I want you back down here again tomorrow so we can pick up where we left off.”
    “With you on your ass?” I smiled widely.
    “Don’t push it Morrison or I’ll make you go again,” Hagan said, fighting a smile.
    “Yes sir,” I nodded my head, trying and failing miserably to suppress my smirk, “Sorry sir.”
    “Good girl,” he smiled lopsidedly at me as he turned and walked over to the wall, putting the swords back in their cases.
    I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath.  Hagan had been training me every morning for the past two weeks nonstop.  Ever since Amun took me, Archer and Hagan had been riding my ass hard, pushing me to train in every area with every weapon available.  My body had never been so sore; I was using muscles that I hadn’t even known I possessed.  I was putting myself through this daily pain so that I wouldn’t have to feel like a victim ever again.  Of course, there wasn’t anything I could have done to save myself since I was chained up during my captivity, but at least this would help me feel better.
    “You look like you could use some water love,” Jameson spoke and I opened my eyes to see him standing above my head, looking down at me with a sexy grin on his face.
    “Yes, please,” I sighed tiredly as I dragged myself into a sitting position.
    Jameson crouched down in front of me and handed me a cool bottle of water.  I eagerly unscrewed the cap and promptly sucked down half its contents.
    “So have you decided yet if you’re going to come with me tonight, or are you just going to hang out at the club instead?” Jameson inquired as he took a seat beside me on the mat.
    “I wish I had the night off, too,” Trey said, eyeing the door Hagan had just exited as he sat down in front of us and crossed his ankles.  “I haven’t had the pleasure of attending one of The Manky Langer’s shows before.”
    “Are you sure Archer won’t let you off just for tonight?” I asked as I put the bottle down and began stretching my arms.
    “Yes,” Trey sighed, nodding his head regretfully.  “I asked but Archer is still worried about Amun showing up or using someone else to get inside The Mausoleum.  He said he can’t spare my talents and that I’m needed at the door every night.  I’d come if I could honey, trust me.”
    I groaned and looked over at Jameson.  “Well count me in.  I don’t want to have to spend another one of my days off at the club again.  I’m in desperate need of a change of scenery and some fun.”
    I had been given a day off each workweek, but I was forced to tag along with the group to The Mausoleum.  Archer was hell-bent on protecting me and, despite how much I begged, wouldn’t even let me out by myself to run errands.  He blamed himself for my kidnapping and torture and saw to it that I was under full watch twenty four seven.  I was glad he finally got tired of me begging him enough to relent and let me out.
    “Archer is asking Killian and Emrick to tag along with us tonight if you’re going,” Jameson said.
    The army of The Faithful appointed Killian to us after Marcán’s death.  Ruarc, the second in command of all The