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My dead heart turned over at the sight of him. The door hit the wall with a smack, but I didn’t care, too absorbed in the sight of him. “Michael,” I breathed. It had been so long. So painful. Finally, I was home again and we could pick up where we’d left off. Then I noticed his expression and I faltered. What could have put so much hate there? What had changed in him over these past eight months. He was always smiling before. At least, he was always smiling at me. This wasn’t how he was with me. He was kind, gentle. That expression. So angry. So cold. Like he despised me. “Michael?” My voice was hesitant as I looked at him. Slowly, he raised his gun, clicking back the safety and pointing it at my head. I frowned at him. “Michael, it’s me. It’s Annabelle. Anna. Michael? It’s your wife.” “My wife,” he said icily, “is dead. I’ll give you thirty seconds to run. After that, you're free game." "But Michael," I protested. He cut me off. "Listen to me, bloodsucker. I loved my wife. You killed her. Now I'm going to kill you. Don't try to argue." "I-" "You have ten seconds." "Michael-" "Eight." "Please," I begged him, agony filling my chest. "It's me Michael! I swear! It's me! Please!" "Answer me this," he demanded, glaring at me. "Did you torture her first? Or did you just take her body?" "Michael, listen to me!" "I don't take orders from vampires. Let alone from you." "Michael!" "Time's up." A shot rang out in the air and the door frame to my left exploded in a shower of wooden chunks. I yelped. Then, shooting him one last pain filled look, I turned and ran.
Hellion {Prologue}
