TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: The First Twist

Sammie

I immediately made my way back to mine and Jareth’s room. I was pissed and needed to calm down. A warm pouch of O+ and a hot shower should do the trick.

I hoped Jareth wasn’t too upset with me for leaving. Although I’m sure given the circumstances, he would understand. Besides, I’d make it up to him when he gets back.

I pulled out the handcuffs and blindfolds, placing them on the bed. A little role play in the bedroom always keeps things spicy.

I climbed into the pallid Italian marble shower and allowed the hot water to spray over my naked body, soothing my tense muscles. I stared at the beige floor tile, mesmerized, watching the water swirl around the chrome drain before it made its inevitable escape. I rubbed my hands over my face and sighed.

The whole time I’d been in the shower, my thoughts have been consumed with not only Dasha but with Alpha Montgomery. There was something about him that I just couldn’t wrap my head around. Don’t get me wrong; I love Jareth. He’s my entire world. But Alpha Devon Montgomery caused something to stir within me. It wasn’t his incredible, good looks or that sexy Aussie accent; it was something else. Something unshakable, especially when he shook my hand; a small spark of electricity surged between us.

There was undeniably something going on between this mystery man and me, and I intended to find out what the hell it was.

I emerged from my shower and dried off. I had just slipped on my fluffy pink bathrobe and slippies. I was just about to ready to chillax on the oversized black leather couch and read a book with a glass of wine when I noticed a lavender-colored envelope on the floor in front of the entryway door. I knew that wasn’t there when I initially returned to the room, so my curiosity was piqued. I walked over to the door, knelt down, and gingerly picked up the envelope. It was small, but by the weight, I could tell that it contained a card. I turned it over and saw my name written in block lettering.

Hmm ... was Jareth trying to do something romantic? I wondered.

The card enclosed in the envelope was relatively simple. It was all beige except for a single red rose adorned in the center. Inside was a handwritten message.

I know you felt something when we touched. I felt it too. I think we need to talk. There’s something I need to show you. Please meet me on the roof at midnight alone. I promise, I mean you no harm. - Devon Montgomery

Well, I guess I’d be getting the answers to my questions for Alpha Montgomery sooner than I thought.

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I was just about to let Jareth know that I was stepping out for a bit when speaking of the devil, he texted me.

Apparently, Jareth received a request from the Council that needed to be addressed tonight, so I was on my own. I texted him back to be safe and that I would see him when he returned.

Oh, and I may or may not have texted him a naughty pic of me to remind his sexy ass what he would be missing tonight.

Hey, what can I say? If I had to be sexually frustrated tonight, I might as well share the wealth. Heh heh.

Since I wasn’t necessarily worried about being dressed to impress, I decided to dress comfy and casual for my meeting with the Alpha. I put on a pair of low-cut faded, ripped jeans with a studded belt, a retro Nirvana baby tee, and my slip-on black Vans. After I pulled my pastel coif up into a quick ponytail, slapped on some mascara and my signature cherry lip gloss, I was ready to head to the roof.

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I stepped onto the luxury hotel roof and was greeted by no one, which confused the shit out of me.

I looked down at my watch, 12:01.

I was definitely on time, so where was Alpha Montgomery?

A chill ran down my spine. For a second, I thought I wasn’t alone, but my well-honed vamp vision didn’t see anyone when I looked around. I decided to walk over to the ledge and peer over at the sparkling lights that danced around the ground below. The serenity that I felt just looking at all the city lights was almost mesmerizing. Looking down from such a high vantage point, even with my keen vampire sight, everyone just seemed so small bustling around the busy metropolis streets; I could see why New York was labeled as the city that never sleeps.

Simply breathtaking. I thought to myself.

I sighed as I looked at my cell phone and noticed that it was already fifteen minutes past midnight. Safe to assume that someone wasn’t showing.

Rude.

Did he change his mind?

Was he punking the vampire?

What the hell?

I was seriously losing my patience and fast.

A cool breeze blew, making a few strands of my loose tresses of hair blow along my brow, with it carrying another remarkably familiar scent.

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Dasha stood in the shadows watching as Sammie stood atop the rooftop.

A sneer formed across her mouth as the woman watched her former friend fall easily into her trap. She knew her cloaking spell wouldn’t be able to allude Sammie’s senses for long, but Dasha was enjoying her moment watching in anticipation of what she was about to do next. Seeing Sammie oblivious to the predator that stood merely a few feet away almost caused Dasha to laugh out loud, but she knew that would only alert Sammie to her presence. So she remained quiet, barely taking a breath, clutching her dagger.

Waiting for just the right moment to strike.

Dasha had made every preparation to lure Sammie up to the roof. She had a few of her constituents cause a stir an hour away. She knew that this would incite the Vampire Council to send Jareth over to placate the issue before it got out of hand. Which, of course, it would be. She just needed that damn vampire away from Sammie, so a ruse was orchestrated for just that purpose.

Dasha noticed that both Devon and Sammie seemed to have some semblance of recognition for each other at dinner. Being the nosey person she was, Dasha knew that it wouldn’t be long before Sammie’s curiosity would prompt her to figure out its origin. Dasha was not about to let that happen. She’d be damned if she allowed Sammie to destroy everything. So, she played on Sammie’s probing nature for her selfish benefit and invited her under the guise of one Devon Montgomery. And, of course, as Dasha predicted, it had worked.

She noticed as Sammie glanced down at her phone. It was clear; Sammie was getting irritated. There was no way she’d be waiting around much longer. As Dasha slowly began stepping forward, allowing her concealment spell to dissipate, she observed as Sammie was suddenly aware of her presence.

Dasha needed to strike now.

The silver blade flew out of Dasha’s hands, immediately flying at a fantastic speed towards Sammie, who instantly managed to smack the dagger away from her face, making it topple to the ground.

A growl surfaced out of Sammie’s chest as she faced Dasha, ready to strike. Dasha stood smugly, glowering at her impending attacker, then let out a wicked chuckle. Her overly confident display resulted in a look of confusion to appear on Sammie’s face.

And just as Dasha had predicted, Sammie collapsed.

Laughter erupted from Dasha as she approached Sammie’s lifeless form.

“Oh, Sammie, you’re so damn predictable. Did you actually think I was trying to kill you so easily? No, no, dear Sammie. I want to take my time with you. Consider it repayment for all the time I had to deal with you and your stupid bullshit. The silver blade I propelled towards you was heavily coated with a highly concentrated dose of Vervain. I only needed you to nick yourself when you blocked it for the Vervain to affect you.”

Dasha began binding Sammie with magically enhanced silver chains coated with Vervain to keep her subdued when she finally comes to.

“Sweet dreams bitch because when you wake up, the real nightmare will begin.”

Sammie heard Dasha ranting off in the distance as she felt herself plummet further into a deep dark chasm. When she landed with a thud, she reached up and grabbed her aching head. Sammie stood up and tried to focus on her surroundings. She was back in an all too familiar corridor.

A recognizable voice greeted her, breaking her out of her daze. “Welcome back, Beeotch!”

That’s when Sammie realized if she was here again, she was definitely in trouble. She rolled her eyes and slowly turned around, facing her companion.

“Hello, again, Jay.”