The General’s Captive (The Rift #1)

T he second I heard him confirm my theory, was the point when my head injury, mixed with the shock, must have been too much and I started to stumble back. And for such a big guy he couldn’t half move quickly because I never hit the ground.

“Whoa! Easy, girl,” he said, picking me up effortlessly in his arms and this time I let him. He walked over to the beat-up truck and swiped out the glass on the part of the hood that wasn’t crushed in. His beefy arm was unaffected by the damage and making me ask,

“Does nothing hurt you?”

“I told you I was hard to kill,” he said with a grin, his fangs making me shiver, and it was a reaction he ignored as he placed me down. He still towered above me, but it put me at an easier height because I no longer just came to the tops of his legs.