Snippet #2257977

Back to the door, Darcy had heard nothing of the commotion going on outside on the other side of the metallic doors as she stepped closer to the railing and looked down at the horrifying scene before her eyes. The knuckles of the one hand holding tight on the railing turning visibly ashen.

People and Zombies alike in huge pods . . . some of them were even awake and looked completely aware of everything that they were being subjected too. It made her so angry. If there was some way she could let them all out . . . She would. Darcy was determined to let them out.

But first, it was a huge maze . . . how was she ever going to find a few small vials containing the serum down there?

Darcy's thought process was interrupted when an panicked Zanetta came between her and the railing. Oh dear God! Zanetta was really heading in the direction of getting a good smack to snap her out of all this hyperactive panicking; it was making Darcy dizzy.

''I didn't expect someone with a high authority ID, I'm sorry Darcy.'' Zanetta said fearfully as she peaked out behind Darcy.

What the hell?! Darcy thought with no idea what the heck Zanetta was talking about.

''He has bloody footprints trailing behind him! I think he killed those people!'' Zanetta added pointing behind Darcy.

Finally grasping what Zanetta was going on about, Darcy whipped around at attention, gun pointed out in front at the ready, to the tall dark blurry figure.

“Don't fucking move . . .” the words died on her lips.

Her heart began to race triple time, breath coming out in sharp shallow gasps as her hands shook violently and the gun drop to the ground with a large ringing clatter. Both hands came to cover her mouth. Was she dreaming? . . . Was she loosing her mind?

She took a hesitant step forward and then another.

“Oh my God . . . ”

The whisper barely left her lips as Richard grabbed her by the arm and pulled her against him.

“Darcy, baby . . .” He said like he could barely believe it himself that she stood right before him in the flesh, one arm wrapped around her waist while the other hand sifted through her pony tailed locks.

Tears of joy streamed down her cheeks as she looked up into Richards deep brown eyes and stroked the back of her palm against his scarred cheek . . . It was real. She could not believe he was here . . . that he was alive . . . the love of her life.

“Richard . . ?” She whispered still in disbelief and then suddenly Richard pulled her head forward, fingers still entwined in her long brown hair and his lips crushed hers.

It was everything and more she had dreamed of since leaving Highgate. He filled her every sense . . . so desperately a part of every fibre of her being . . . and he was here . . . and all hers.

Richard placed his hands on her rear and lifted her up without breaking their sweet and so very necessary embrace. Darcy's skirt road up as she wrapped her long legs around his waist and Richard pinned her against the metallic doors.

Darcy gasped in surprise and Richard took advantage as he pressed up against her and kissed her harder. Imprinting himself on her sense. He tasted sweet like honey, yet at the same time with an earthy manly overtone and all Richard.

She had missed him so very much, his kisses, his dark sense of humor, the way he called her your highness, the way he loved and cared for her . . . she had missed every part of him. So very necessary for her to be whole.

His hand slid up her bare thigh as they finally came up for air, panting heavily. Darcy wrapped her arms around his neck, still pinned against Richard and the doors. She kissed the side of his rough stubbled jaw and down his neck and back up again . . . finally opening her mesmerizing grey eyes, leaning her forehead against Richards, looking deep in his eyes, Darcy smiled wickedly and whispered against his lips . . .

“Hey there, Stranger.”