Sweet Temptation
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Skies above! “Breck!”
“Swim!” He angled himself to avoid the beast’s mouth. “Get help!” Breckon launched his strong shoulder into the beast’s abdomen and they began to grapple, sounds of grunting and snorting carrying over the water.
Finally Wyneth snapped from her fear-induced stupor and the instinct of flight kicked in. She couldn’t fight this thing with Breckon, but she could do what he’d commanded: get help. She turned and swam with all her might. She kicked and her arms sliced through the water as if the beast were right behind her. Indeed, she expected to hear the splash of the thing following at any moment, but it never came. Wyneth hardly heard her fiancé’s strangled screams as he fought for his life on the dock behind her.
Breckon was an excellent sailor and soldier. A fearless fighter. He had his knife. The beast was only an animal—no match for her betrothed.
He’ll be okay, Wyneth reassured herself with each quick stroke through the water.
After swimming nearly a hundred yards, her body was numb when she reached the dock on the other side of the creek. She pulled herself up, panting for air and cursing her wet, heavy garments. Her eyes scanned the water, but it moved at the same calm, slow speed as always. Then she allowed her eyes to seek out the dock beyond.
The great beast was nowhere in sight, and hope rose in her chest.
The dock was covered in patches of dark moisture that glinted in the moonlight against the dry wood—a sickening trail of it. All hope vanished as she comprehended what lay at the edge of the wooden planks. In the very place she’d been kissed only moments before, were the remains of her life’s great love.
Chapter
2
Paxton Seabolt sat on a wooden stool with his elbows on the beaten plank bar, sipping his ale and listening to the chatter of two excitable lasses at a table behind him. He felt their eyes on his back, but he wasn’t in the mood for flirtations. Didn’t they know one of their own watermen had been killed two nights before by the great beast?
The man had worked with his father for years, hauling in oysters and clams. Paxton recalled his husky laugh, which always seemed too deep for his gaunt face and thin body.
Other men and women from the village of Cape Creek spilled into the dim pub straight from work, bringing marshy smells of salt water, morose faces whispering rumored details.
“It killed six others in water towns during the summer months, you know. . . .”
“Old man Pearl said he saw it with his own eyes . . . said it was a giant creature like nothing he’d ever seen before.”
Paxton would doubt that statement if old man Pearl wasn’t as sound and respectable as they come.
As a couple of older women bustled in, Paxton caught sight of the notice that’d been nailed to the door the day prior—an official order from the royal army to stay indoors when the sun went down. A night curfew. Apparently the beast was nocturnal.
“Did you hear?” asked one of the women to the people in the pub. “They’re sayin’ royal lands were attacked by the beast last night!”
“Impossible,” said the barkeep. “It’s fortified. Nothing can get past that wall or the navy.”
“I don’t know how the thing got in, but it killed one of their officers.”
The barkeep grabbed a rag and scrubbed a wet spot. “Well, if that’s true, perhaps they’ll finally do something about it.”
“Aye,” Paxton agreed gruffly. “Perhaps they’ll finally believe us filthy commoners.”
The barkeep glanced at Paxton’s nearly empty glass and filled him another without asking. “How fared the hunting today, Pax?”
Paxton shrugged, frustrated he hadn’t seen any deer that day. “Only a rabbit.”
“Your mother will surely make something nice with it.” He set the ale in front of Paxton, then wiped his hands on his dirtied apron.
Just as Paxton lifted the full glass to his lips, someone jostled too close and bumped his arm, spilling ale down his chin and the front of his tunic. He glared at the grinning face of his younger brother, Tiern.
“Oy, got a little something there, Pax.” Tiern pointed at his older brother’s dripping chin. The girls behind them laughed, and Tiern rewarded them with a smile.
“Don’t make me snap you, clumsy twig.” Paxton wiped his chin with the back of his wrist, but Tiern was unperturbed by his dark mood. The younger Seabolt brother appeared as put together as always, with his brown hair tied back neatly, in contrast to Paxton’s wavy strands hanging messily around his face.
“Everyone’s right shaken up about this monster, aye?” Tiern pulled out a wobbly stool, scraping the hard dirt floor, and sat.
The barkeep peered down at Tiern’s boyish face. “What’re you having today?”
“Just water for him,” Paxton said. When Tiern frowned, he continued. “We don’t need you getting silly off one ale.”
“I don’t get silly.”
The barkeep chuckled and poured water from a jug. “Aye, you do. You start hugging everyone and telling them all the things you love about them.”
Tiern pulled a face and took his water, muttering, “It’s no crime to be friendly.” He abruptly set down his water. “Oh! Did you hear about Mrs. Mallory?” His face was uncharacteristically serious.
Paxton’s ears perked. “Is she in labor?”
“Already?” asked the barkeep.
“Aye, she is, and it’s too early. Mum was running to their cottage to help when I left.”
Paxton’s stomach soured. The barkeep shook his head and looked away. It was never a surprise when pregnancies failed, yet each time felt like a blow to the village. The birthrates in Lochlanach were at an all-time low—only four children under the age of five in their entire village. It was said to be that way through all the lands of Eurona, having declined drastically in the past hundred years, though nobody could say why. Many blamed the Lashed Ones, as if it were some sort of magical curse. Paxton knew the truth, but he could not voice his theory without being seen as a Lashed sympathizer.
At that moment the oak door to the pub flew open with a bang and Mallory’s husband ran in, his face ashen and his eyes red. People made a quick path for him as he moved to the bar, peering around frantically as if lost.
“Mr. Sandbar,” the barkeep said. “What do you need?”
“I . . . alcohol. To stave off infection.” He looked about wildly, shoulders stooping. “There were two. Twins . . . boys. Both gone.” The entire bar gasped as a wave of sorrow passed through the room. Mr. Sandbar lifted a shaking hand to his disheveled hair. “Mallory’s bleeding too much.”
“Okay, man. Stay calm for her.” The barkeep filled a cup with clear liquid and thrust it forward.
“I can’t pay you right now. I—”
“Don’t worry about that. I know you’re good for it.”
Before Mr. Sandbar could take the cup the door opened again and everyone went still. In the doorway stood Mr. Riverton, an ordinary-looking man in his early thirties. But to the village he wasn’t ordinary at all—he was their one and only registered Lashed. He rarely came out except to pick up a bottle of mead from the bar now and again. Paxton felt himself go tense all over as his fellow villagers glared at the man. Mr. Riverton hadn’t fared well in the last few years, but Lashed never did. They seemed to age faster than normal people, dying decades sooner than they should. It didn’t help that most couldn’t find jobs and had to support themselves on the land or starve.
Paxton had caught his own mother sneaking food to Mr. Riverton’s lean-to porch early one morning, but he’d never told her he saw.
Mallory’s husband began breathing fast and ragged as he took in the sight of the Lashed man.
Mr. Riverton looked about at the staring faces, landing on Mr. Sandbar’s. “S-sorry, I was only picking up something to go . . . I’ll just . . .” His hand fumbled for the door handle to exit, but Mr. Sandbar flew across the room in a rage, brandishing a knife from his pocket that he shoved to the Lashed m
an’s throat, pressing him against the wall. Everyone crushed forward to see. Paxton and Tiern leaped from their stools, pushing through the crowd.
“What did you do to her?” Mr. Sandbar shouted.
Mr. Riverton kept his hands up, his eyes closed. “I didn’t do anything. I swear!”
“I saw you look at her two days ago. You stared at her stomach! What did you do?”
“I was glad to see how well she was progressing—that’s all!”
“Lies!” Mr. Sandbar pressed forward, piercing the Lashed man’s throat, causing a trickle of blood to flow. “You’re a filthy murderer! Just like your hero, Rocato!”
Mr. Riverton’s panicked eyes shot open. “Rocato was a madman! I’m nothing like him—”
“More lies!” Mr. Sandbar’s shout came out a sob as tears began to seep from his angry eyes. “You took my boys, just by looking at her!”
“Mr. Sandbar!” Paxton shouted. He grabbed the mourning man by the shoulder. “He can’t hurt her with his eyes. You know this. He has to touch with his hands to work magic, and I’m certain he’s never gotten that close. Am I right?”
Paxton looked at Mr. Riverton, who whispered hoarsely, “I never touched her.”
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WENDY HIGGINS is the New York Times bestselling author of Sweet Evil, Sweet Peril, and Sweet Reckoning, the first three books in the series, as well as Flirting with Maybe. She was born in Alaska and lived on five different military bases across the US. She attended George Mason University for her undergraduate degree in creative writing and Radford University for a masters in curriculum and instruction before becoming a high school English teacher. Wendy now lives on the Eastern Shore of Virginia with her husband and children, writing full time. You can visit her online at www.wendyhigginswrites.com.
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Books by Wendy Higgins
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Sweet Temptation
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Higgins, Wendy.
Sweet temptation / Wendy Higgins. — First edition.
pages cm. — (Sweet evil)
Summary: When Kaidan Rowe, Nephilim and the son of a malicious demon Duke, meets Anna Whitt, daughter of a guardian angel and a fallen one, she has a certain power over him, one that makes him wish for more than he could ever deserve.
ISBN 978-0-06-238142-2 (paperback)
EPub Edition © August 2015 ISBN 9780062381439
[1. Angels—Fiction. 2. Demonology—Fiction. 3. Good and evil—Fiction. 4. Love—Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.H534966Swt 2015 2014047810
[Fic]—dc23 CIP
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