Sunday, 19 January 2014

Sacred by Samantha Long Blitz

Sophie has been attacked by demons, destroyed a nest of vampires, and lived through the death of someone close to her. Now she and her friends have been rescued by the Society and taken to a secret island base to train. While they desperately search for leads on where Akeldama may be holding Lilli prisoner, Sophie tries to keep Tristan at arms length. She doesn't need anything to distract her from finding her best friend, or so she tells herself.

Then the unthinkable happens. One of the Society's own has betrayed the Guardians, selling their secrets to the demons and attacking them where they should feel safest. In the end, Sophie's greatest enemy could be her own fears, and she faces a decision that could push Tristan and her friends away forever.

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The first thing Sophie noticed was that she was dry and uncomfortable. The bed she was in would’ve been cozy in any other circumstance, but the bruises and aches that covered her body made her wince as she slowly sat up. The room rocked, her stomach rolled, and it took her a second to realize that it wasn’t just because her head was spinning.

She remembered reaching the ship and being taken to the Infirmary, where a few doctors had taken care of all their wounds. From there, she and the other Guardians were given rooms so that they could shower and collapse in the bed. From being chased by Akeldama last night, the panic that had strangled her was only slightly lessened by the few hours of sleep that she’d gained.

The porthole windows allowed soft sunlight to trickle in, brightening the dark wooden furniture and white linens. It seemed so tame compared to their harrowing escape the night before. Her tense muscles were still poised to run, not accustomed to safety for the past few months.

far side of the room. One leg hung off the side, and the opposite arm was slung over his closed eyes. His brown hair was sticking out everywhere. He obviously didn’t care to brush it before he passed out. She watched him, sleeping in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, struck by the fact that they’d survived so much together. There was an undeniable pull toward him, but she didn’t want to

explore that at the moment.

She pushed back the covers, her body weak from not enough rest. Sometime before falling into bed, she’d changed into sweatpants and a black t-shirt. The problem was that she couldn’t remember doing it.

A seagull called outside the window. Slowly, she raised up on her knees and peeked out the porthole. Greenish-blue water rolled gently by the ship, a mockery of the way her emotions undulated inside her. Where were they being taken? How long would it take them to find Lilli?

At the thought of Lilli being in the hands of demons, Sophie rested her forehead on the windowsill. She wondered what was happening to Lilli right then, and if she was even still alive. A fresh wave of despair crashed over her. Akeldama was taking everyone she cared about. Who would be next?

“You’re awake.” Tristan’s voice was deep and husky from sleep. It rumbled from his chest, slipping through her despair.

She turned and leaned back against the wall, light-headed from just that small movement. Her heart jumped when she realized that he was no longer on the bench, but was now sitting next to her on the bed.

“How are you feeling?” He reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair off of her forehead.

The tenderness in the gesture had Sophie struggling against tears. “I’m okay.” At his look, she sighed. “I’m not okay, but I’ll survive. We’re alive, right?”

His intense gray eyes watched her. “Akeldama didn’t win last night. We got away.”

“She still has Lilli,” Sophie whispered. “We aren’t winning until we have her back. Alive.”

“We’ll get her back.” The certainty in his voice boosted her resolve.

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