The Removed [Book #2]

It's been a month since the three hunters and Terry's death. Vivian, Graham, and Julia, along with Lewis, have been staying at the Miller house. There has been little news on the missing girls, leaving Vivian to wonder if she should find them.

Then something happened that changed everything.


#1 - BOUND


8. Julia

I stepped outside. I tried to ease the headache that was building in my temples from all the screaming. I didn't understand why Graham had to go so insane. I mean, I know showing any normal person what we could do, but I think Vivian had a point: she could help,and he just didn't see that yet.

I sighed as I listened to him yell at her. She took it very well, better than I would. It made me nervous, so that's why I left the cafe. I thought about heading back to Graham's when my phone vibrated in my pocket.

I answered it quickly, unsure of who was calling.

“Hello?” I said.

“Hello, Julia,” came a male voice. It was hard but familiar. “Remember me?”

My hand froze around my phone. “How did you get this number?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“Oh, darling, you didn't think I lost track of you, did you? No, I've been tracking you for quite some time. You've got a nice life now, it seems. And your girlfriend is pretty, too.” He chuckled softly. “I daresay, I regret letting you go.”

I felt sick. I willed my nausea to go away, long enough to talk to him.

“You didn't let me go,” I said harshly. “I escaped, asshole.”

“You won't,” he said calmly. “Not ever again.”

I hit the END button. Shaking, I turned to go back into the cafe. But I was too late. He stepped in my way. He was taller than I remember, more rugged-looking. The only thing that was the same were his eyes.

Desire filled them, but not the nice kind. It was a mad desire that drove him to do unspeakable things, like murder.

I backed up and he gripped my wrist. My phone fell the ground.

He leered at me. “You're as beautiful as I remember.” He touched my face and I flinched. “Did you change your hair?”

I shivered and looked around. Finding no one on the streets, I opened my mouth to scream, so that maybe Graham and the others would hear me. He was fast, as he struck me across the face, silencing me.

“Come with me,” he said. It wasn't a plea. It was a demand.

“Fuck you,” I hissed.

He smirked and withdrew a handgun from behind him. He slammed the butt of it into the side of my head before I could react.

I staggered, saw stars, then blackness I was unconscious before I even hit the ground.

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