Eyes of Ember
by Rebecca L. Ethington
Series: Imdalind, #2
Published: April 6th 2013
Publisher: Imdalind Press
Genre: YA Paranormal
Joclyn is in hiding, hunted by the man she still desperately loves. Ryland is gone, his mind erased, no memory of Joclyn remains. But, Joclyn’s heart desperately begs her to hold out hope. While, in reality the black eyed monster that possesses him, attempts to kill her over and over.
If it wasn’t for Ilyan, Joclyn would be dead by now.
Ilyan. The man who once stalked her, is now Joclyn’s protector, the only thing she has left. He protects Joclyn from the men who seek to end her life, and while she is haunted by dreams where Ryland begs her to break the bond between them.
Ilyan is there. Always there.
Ilyan trains and prepares her, teaching her everything she needs to know in the hope that one day she can avenge Ryland, if not protect herself from him.
And then there is her father.
The man who has never been there, is suddenly responsible for everything. And who he is has made Joclyn into something she never wanted to be.
Cail circled around me as he spoke, his eyes never leaving me. His hand reached out and glided down my long hair. I pulled away from the touch, but he only smiled more.
“Did you come bringing another message, Cail, or is this the only way you can even get close to a woman?” my voice was hard as I looked away from him, locking my jaw in defiance.
Cail laughed a bit, pulling my hair up to his nose. He inhaled the scent as I moved away from him, the strands pulling from his grasp. He kept his hand against his nose as he looked up at me, his intense gaze causing me to shrink away.
“Hmmm, no message. I just enjoy spending time with you.” I laughed at him, the hollow sound giving my nerves away.
“Yeah right,” I scoffed. “You only like spending time with me if it involves attempted murder.”
Cail smiled wider at my voice, his body moving closer to mine.
“Or torture,” he added, his smile growing. I stepped away again, hating how insecure I was feeling.
“Is that what Edmund told you to do, Cail. To torture me?” He didn’t answer. He just continued his descent into my personal space.
“Ryland told me you knew. He said you now know that Ilyan loves you. Is that true?”
“Ilyan doesn’t love me,” I shot back, side stepping him to move across the clearing. I didn’t like how this was going. There was always more than this. More screaming, more crying, more pain. “Not in that way.”
“Oh, so he hasn’t told you. Could it be that I know more then you at this point in time? Ooo, I would love to see your face when you figure everything out – what Ryland did, what Ilyan is keeping from you. This game gets more and more exciting.” He clapped his hands, his eyes dancing in a way that made my inside squirm.
“This isn’t a game!” I yelled at him, making my voice ricochet off of the trees and surrounding the clearing with the sound of my outburst.
He froze, his face blank for a moment before the grin returned.
“Not a game you say? Well, what do you say we turn it into a game?” He came up behind me quicker than I had expected him too, his hands wrapping around me and holding me in place. He rested his chin against my shoulder, my insides squirming at the unwelcome contact.
“Why don’t we see who has the upper hand?” His voice was soft in my ear, I moved my head away from him, but he followed, keeping his cheek against mine.
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About the Author
Rebecca L. Ethington