Woken Up - Sian Reynolds (best romantic novels in english txt) 📗

take what she says personaly." I look at Jessica taking her in.

She has dark eyes and dark long hair. She's a little taller than Liam. I sudenly feel very small. "I don't know where James is but you'll meet him tomorrow at breakfast probably." 

"Is it only you lot that live here?" I ask, "Yeah, this is where young orphaned Awakened come too train until they're eighteen." says Liam. 

Before I can say anything else theres a loud bang followed by a lot off swearing. A tall boy walks into the room, clearly very drunk. His hair is very blonde, almost silvery and he has bright blue eyes. He looks very handsome and strong. "James have you been at those faerie parties again?" asks Jessica. Oh so this is James. "Yeah, soooo what if I have!?" His speech is very slurred and he spells odd. 

"James here has a tendency to go off and do crazy things. Don't take any notice of him. He isn't important." Jessica tells me. I just nod. "Oh hol' up there Jessie my dear, aren't you gonna intriduce me to new girl? She's very pretty. Hmm yes very preetty indeed." James staggers over to me and circles me. He's examing me with his bright blue eyes.

He stumbles closer and starts poking me. "Aha! Yes she's hot! I think she can be our new maid!" He slaps my ass and I don't like that. I turn grab his arm and twist it behind him and kick his knees coursing him to fall forward. I kneel on his back stopping him from moving. I lean down close to his ear and whisper to him. "I don't like people touching me, James. I would prefer if you didn't. If you wish to keep your man hood you won't. And I am not a maid. Understood James?" He mumbles something and nods. 

I let him up. He's seemed to of sobered up a bit now. "Sorry." He quickly walks off down the hall. 

Chapter Seven

I wake up in a candle lite room. I have no idea where I am. "Hello?" I say, although the sound of my own voice scares me. I sound like I've been kicked in the neck, I also have a thumping headache and I think I might throw up. 

Slowly, I sit up, which only makes me feel worse. 

Imprint

Publication Date: 08-19-2013

All Rights Reserved