Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Christy Trujillo
Word Count :50000
Publication Date :2010-07-28
Series : Maldito#2
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- Product Code: 978-1-55487-496-5
When love is stronger than death, anything is possible.
The day she met him, Emmy thought she was meant to be with Cale Cruz. After discovering her blood was the cure to the curse his family had suffered generation after generation, she knew it was true. Now Emmy is the center of an ancient battle between vampires and Maldito, a race of half-vampire, half-humans, and is fighting for her own life. Betrayed and alone, Emmy will come face to face with the enemy, and the lines will blur. Caught between good and evil, she will have to make a decision which side she is on. Will her love for Cale help her to stay in the light or will her taste of darkness send her spiraling out of control to a place where no one can reach her? With each passing moment a choice is not made, the possibilities for disaster grow. But as we know, when love is stronger than death, anything is possible.
You know that place between dreaming and being awake? That place where you can feel your body, but you can still feel your dream? I was there for a long time. I dreamt of Sarah at first. She was warm and I kept hugging her while she laughed. I knew it was a dream though. I dreamt of abuela and she was crying. I couldn't talk in this dream world so I just placed my hand on her shoulder. I cringed when I saw that it was covered in blood. When I looked down at my clothes, I saw that they were covered in blood, too. Bad dream. Wake up, wake up. I couldn't wake up, though, so I sat with her while she cried. Her tears were blood and they pooled at our feet, surrounding us. I moved my feet closer to where we sat, but the blood was coming too fast from her tears and it got on my toes. I screamed.
"Despertarse a mi niña. Wake up."
The dream world fell away and reality crept into my conscious mind. I opened my eyes to blackness. I was lying flat and my head was on a pillow or something soft. I tried to move my arms and succeeded in wiggling my fingers, but that was it. When I tried to move my legs, they wouldn't budge. In fact, I couldn't feel them. I began to panic when I remembered the events that landed me in the precarious predicament. Carlos. How could he do this? Whatever it was he had done.