Under the Full Moon (Crimson Romance)
“The whole dark and smelled like death had been too much. His temples throbbed as a strange dizziness swept through him. The sensation of needles stabbing his brain began right before visual snippets hit him. A house. Plush carpet. Old wooden doors. The fragmented images coming in short spurts.
What the hell?
Grace! For one second, he could actually smell her as strong as if she were in his arms. His body tingled, his animal shot to high alert and a few more images came through before the link vanished. His heart stopped when her scent did.
Damien stared out the window before shutting his eyes and bringing her image to the forefront of his mind. Did his damndest to mentally send a return message to Grace, to hold on. Stay strong. Stay smart, he would find her. That he’d received her descriptions of the funeral home and of the black hearse with black stallion hood ornament on the front. He didn’t know how the hell telepathy worked, but gave it his all and prayed.
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