The Soul's Mark: HUNTED

Fiona screamed and scurried behind Amelia. “Do something.”



Amelia didn’t have to do anything, thankfully, because she was so blown over by what was happening, she honestly didn’t think she would have been capable of anything anyways. Had the new girl really just attacked Fiona because of Mitchell? Wait a minute. Amelia shook her head, trying to loosen the cobwebs that were forming around her brain. The new girl’s a witch?



Eric pulled Megan into a tight hug and whispered something undecipherable into her ear. He rubbed her back in small, gentle circles, the same way he had done to Amelia many times when her magic got out of control. After a few moments, Megan relaxed into his embrace. “Can you guys get her out of here!” Eric said, not as a question but as a demand.



“Fiona, go wait somewhere else,” Mitchell ordered, and to Amelia’s surprise, Fiona didn’t argue. She jumped up and fled in a blur.



At the sound of Mitchell’s voice, Megan flinched away from Eric, which hurt him. Amelia saw the anguish in his eyes. “Why is she responding to you?” Eric questioned, the pain evident in his voice.



Angelle rushed over to him and wrapped him in a bear hug. “Oh, honey. It’s gonna be okay. We’ll figure this out.” And then she stepped back and gave him a playful smack. “Why didn’t you tell us you found her? We didn’t even know she had come back yet.”



Eric glanced over at Megan, who was still looking at Mitchell as if he was a chocolate sundae, and said, “I thought she was dead.”



A thick silence fell over them. It was awkward and suffocating and, well, just plain weird. Amelia looked at every single one of her roommates and found the same lost look in their eyes. Even Mitchell looked dazed and confused.



“Are you two related?” Lola blurted out in a harsh tone, effectively breaking the silence.



“If she’s telling the truth, Megan is my first cousin,” Amelia answered, just as severely.



Luke chuckled, and all eyes turned on him. “This is why I love you,” he said to Lola. “Why didn’t I see it?”



“That’s what I’m here for,” she replied, letting a soft giggle slip from her lips.



Okay, it’s official. Everyone has lost it, Amelia thought. Lola just giggled. She doesn’t know how to giggle, and it appeared to Amelia as if Lola was undressing Luke with her eyes, right in the middle of the kitchen.



“Luke,” Mitchell said, giving a rolling hand gesture, coaxing him to continue with his revelation.



“If they are related, then they’re from the same coven,” Luke said, as if that was actually an explanation.



“Dude,” Eric said, agitated. “You’re killing me here. What’s that supposed to mean?"



Luke’s hazel eyes shone with delight, and he strolled over to the cherry wood island, pulled out a chair, and sat down. He gestured for everyone to take a seat and waited patiently until they all complied.



Eric was the last to take a seat, and he looked as if he was going to jump up at any moment. Amelia had never seen him so antsy. Was it completely horrible to be a bit glad that she wasn’t the only one who had issues with the whole soulmate bond thing? Yup, and you’re a horrible person for thinking of it, she scolded herself.



No, you’re not, Mitchell sent. Evidently, he had been listening in, and she hadn’t even noticed, but it didn’t matter. Hearing his silent support reminded her that she was his, and it made her heart swell. She couldn’t believe it, and it was completely unexpected, but having him share her thoughts, she found herself thinking what a silly fool she had been. Right then and there, she swore to herself she would fix things between them, and they would set a good example for Eric if it was the last thing they did.



“Witches from the same coven have a connection,” Luke explained. “It’s like a safety feature. If the coven has to separate for any reason, the connection allows them to find each other.”



“That’s why you were so taken with Eric,” Mitchell said with a sudden understanding in his voice. “It’s not you. It’s her.” An overwhelming sense of relief flooded over Amelia, and she gave into it, sending the same feeling back to him. It was crazy, but wow, it almost made sense. So many times, she had felt as if she was stuck in someone else's feelings when she was with Eric.



Eric made a frustrated sound from somewhere in the back of his throat, which Amelia thought sounded somewhere between a snort and a growl and a sigh. “Can’t you guys just explain what’s going on and stop talking in riddles. I’m going to lose my mind here.”



Megan’s eyes lit up with understanding. I told you we were related.



Amelia groaned. “Don’t do that again. Seriously, hearing one person in my mind is enough. I don’t need to hear you as well.”



“What did you say?” Megan asked, and Eric shot up, hovering over her as if she was some fragile china that would break any second.



“What’s wrong?” he asked anxiously, reaching out to touch her and then jumping back as if there was some kind of force field stopping him.



Erin and Tyler hadn’t said a word, and both of them inched their chairs back, watching Eric with a careful eye. “Eric, sit down,” Amelia said. “You’re freaking everyone out. She’s fine.”



“Please, Millie,” Eric pleaded, “tell me what’s going on. I can’t take any more of these broken sentences.”



“Sit,” Amelia said sternly. Eric plopped back down and moved his chair over so he was pressed against Megan. Amelia took a minute to sort through everything, thinking of the best way to explain the situation to both Megan and Eric. It seemed impossible to explain it to both of them at the same time, so she decided to start with Eric since he looked sick with anxiety. “Okay, here’s what I’ve figured out,” she said, glancing over at Luke. “Stop me if I screw this up.” He nodded, and she focused back on Eric. “What Luke is trying to say is that since Megan and I are from the same coven, we are connected. It seems kind of like the premise of a soulmate bond. Basically, she’s been seeing Mitch through my eyes and feeling our bond because of the safety feature, as Luke called it. It seems to have kicked in when we turned eighteen and our powers became activated. That also explains why we have had our, um, moments. Oh, and it looks like we can talk to each other the same way I can talk to Mitch.”



Eric concentrated on Amelia’s every word, and as he processed her explanation, his anxiety melted away and he visibly relaxed. He let out a huge sigh of relief. “Damn, I thought that Mitchell somehow got you both, and I’d…” He grinned at Mitchell. “Sorry, Dad.” Then Eric’s eyes focused back on Amelia, begging her to understand and forgive him for his manic rampage. “I was dreaming and,” he looked down as his shoes, unable to keep eye contact with her, “I saw them. And he was hugging her and touching her hair and kissing her head.”



Mitchell quickly started to explain, taking Amelia’s hand. “I thought she was you. She was so upset that it took me a few minutes to realize that I wasn’t actually feeling it through the bond, but only seeing it.” For once, Amelia didn’t feel the blinding jealousy, and man, was that ever a welcome change, and she smiled at him.



“Can you please tell me what the soulmates bond is?” Megan asked with a slight edge to her voice.



“It’s complicated, but that birthmark on your neck…” Amelia started, but her breath caught in her throat when Mitchell took her hand.



“Love,” Mitchell whispered. It still amazed her how one little touch or the soft whisper of her name from his lips could take her breath away. She let the soothing tone of his whisper calm her. She glanced up at him, and her heart skipped a beat.



“Yes?” Amelia and Megan said in unison. Surprised to hear someone else respond to him, Amelia looked over at Megan. Eric gave her hand a swift tug, pulling Megan off her chair and onto his lap. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pressing her back tightly against his chest. His eyes washed with crimson.



“Eric, no!” Mitchell bellowed.



CHAPTER 9



Chairs flew and crashed to the floor with a deafening clatter as Mitchell and Luke vaulted into action, leaping over the kitchen island at Eric. Angelle grabbed Tyler, pulling him out of the way, and Lola rushed in. Amelia couldn’t make herself move fast enough. Not that it mattered. Everyone else seemed to be moving in slow motion right along with her. She guessed having vampire speed also didn’t really matter when you were using it against a vampire, because before any of them got to Eric, the damage was done. Eric's teeth were already embedded into Megan’s neck.



Megan gasped, and her eyes widened, round as saucers, as she quickly got up from Eric’s lap. She turned to him and visibly stiffened. Ribbons of golden light shot from every inch of her tanned skin. With a swing of her hand, Megan let the energy loose. Eric went sailing as his chair tipped backwards, hitting the marble floor with a thud, and he slid, smacking against the wall. Mitchell, Luke, and Lola pounced on him before he had a chance to get up and pinned him down.



“What the hell!” Megan yelled at Eric, her hand clutching against her neck. Amelia rushed over to her and pried her fingers away. “Shit, why is it burning?” Megan gasped, and she half-heartedly attempted to swat Amelia’s hand away.



“It’ll stop soon,” Amelia said softly, remembering the scalding sensation she had felt the first-time Mitchell had bitten her, and his name had branded itself onto her neck. She quickly examined the bite. It wasn’t too bad, with only a small trickle of blood coming from the neat pinpricks on Megan’s neck. Slowly, letter by letter, Eric Carter appeared, scripted below the soul’s mark.



Amelia looked over her shoulder at Eric. He was back on his feet, Mitchell and Luke holding his arms tightly. Lola glared at him as she hovered nearby. He looked horrified. “What did I do?” he whispered; eyes locked with Amelia.



What kind of mindless question is that? Amelia wanted to scream at him. What could have possessed Eric to do something so stupid? She just couldn’t even imagine what he was thinking. She gritted her teeth and swallowed her anger. “I’m going to take Megan upstairs to one of the guest rooms,” Amelia said, watching the mixed emotions fly across Eric’s face. Devastation, concern, revolution, anger. They were all there. Every single one, burning bright in his eyes.