A Sneak Peek of A Rage Sharp Fierceness (The Dark Reunion Series, Book 3)

Abigail was tense. Like Danielle during her Semphar addiction. How was that going now.?

She imagined her little sister lost those strong hallucinations from which she used to drink like a calf from its mother. Dependent had been the words she refused to use years ago about Danielle. 

She had put a woman harboring a dependency in charge of half her army. The army Abigail had strove for, endured the lashings of torture for, stabbed and ripped, and apart all sacred Alphahood vows for. Danielle led the most vicious sect of that toil now.

While most women she knew kneaded their dough, protected their homes, and taught their children, Abigail conquered her enemies and gave to her sister. Pathetic how easily love enslaved and degenerated strong souls. and minds.

She had turned her choice over and over in her mind like a hunter arranging a carcass looking for the right place to cut. Centered in the middle of a train of Humvees and vehicles, she'd been counting how many slack-jawed faces whipped their gazes from the roads to the dragon-sized vehicles her army traveled in. The roads were sometimes empty for miles, save for one mouse of a compact, or pickup truck. They were taking the scenic route. The long and winding, but safer way. Lane’s hand squeezed her bare thigh in the back seat while the glow of a digital communications device illuminated his face with soft blue light. Maybe that preoccupation of his with ‘how things were going back at the command center’ had ushered in those thoughts.

Why did he care so much about Danielle? She was the safest woman on Earth. She possessed the power to kill or save based on who she chose to love. Somehow she tricked people, she made them want to die for her. It was all an insult really. Causing fools to leap to their death instead of reaching out and strangling them with her hand. At least the latter method was more dignified.

She glanced at Lane a few times wishing he would put away the device and glance back at her, sweep her thoughts away with a kiss and a thrust between her straining grasping thighs. That look in his eyes, that haunted and pensive brown gaze had filled her with a heat she could barely contain. But those eyes hadn’t registered her in a long time.

What Abigail wouldn’t do to marry, bear children, and travel to distant lands where no one spoke her language quite completely. And do all of that with Lane. She was not as lucky. No one was as lucky as Danielle, whose only preoccupation for a near decade was the heedless woolgathering of their dead parents in a garden of jewel-toned flowers. That is until she grew bored of it. Until she wanted more out of life. She had choices all along.

Abigail reached over, creating an X with Lane’s outstretched arm when she dipped her hand around his and slid her touch along his hard thigh. He didn’t move. Except for his fingers, which punched and punched at the blue screen, no part of him moved.

“If one of the waves collapses before and after the precise moment we project, we all descend with its failure,” Loung had said in the command center. That had been before Danielle returned one of the last times from training her segment of the army. Everyone had been speaking to Abigail, reporting to Abigail, referring to and considering what might be the best situation to place the Alpha leading this war at any given time. And then the younger sister had walked in. For a second, peering from the head of the table at the dirt and sweat covering Danielle, the blood seeping through her shirt, Abigail felt love so profound she thought it would kill her instantly. But it flickered away as fast as it came.

When Luong had bowed to Danielle.

Had she bowed to Abigail that day?

She slid her hand higher up Lane’s thigh until she found the closure over his zipper. This time he did notice. Wheeling a look at her then at the rearview mirror which framed the forehead of their driver Wyatt. Wyatt had hardly remembered he traveled with guests except for the few times a phone call came in through the Bluetooth speakers for Abigail from one of the other cars.

Lane flipped the device upside down and tapped it a few times on the seat as if in thought. “What are you doing, Abby?”

She had almost a full grip of him through the denim fabric, but the fumbling of her attempts was maddening.

Now Danielle had abandoned the garden, the weeds had grown over it, and the Earth had drained and bled the life right from the roots. All those years dreaming of a life she would never have again, mourning Danielle called it, while Abigail plotted and planned a new life, were over now.

It all seemed different now.

She squeezed Lane’s thigh. She had told him as much,

And Danielle pushed herself to buy a life with her vampire where they weren’t hunted and marked by everyone around them. What surprised her about the whole thing with Danielle and the vampire was how they managed to survive this long. Though none of that would’ve been possible without Abigail’s protection, without Abigail’s say so. Utipa had wanted Camden dead the moment she found out about the affair, and her protégé Aya seconded her vote. Anyone would be more appreciative than Danielle had been about having been spared such a devastating reality. And Abigail had no doubt because she knew her little sister as well as a mother knew their own child, that killing the vampire would end Danielle.