Betrayal of Blood (Orenda #2) Read Online Pearl Beacon, Elin Peer

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Orenda Series by Pearl Beacon

Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 99384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)


Lured by promises of a privileged life among the wealthiest in the world, Damon became a Fader back in the 14th century. Shifting shapes and being immortal has its perks, but following every order from his maker, the Cobra, is getting old. Especially when his order is to seduce Althea, an Earthen who stole something valuable from him once and who he hasn’t been able to track down for the past five hundred years.
Now, Althea is back asking for his help.
Will Damon be able to finally get back what she stole from him? And how will he manage to seduce a woman he can’t stand and who clearly doesn’t like him either?

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Chapter 1

The Foster Child

Sitting in her new classroom in San Francisco, Vera looked out the open window hoping to see anything green but all she saw was a massive concrete wall spray-painted with graffiti. It wasn’t the pretty, artistic type of mural she had seen in some upscale areas back home in Brazil. The graffiti on the gray wall across the street had the same lack of imagination as the teacher who decorated the classroom that she sat in.

It reminded her of how little effort she put into decorating the different rooms she had stayed in since she arrived in the US. There was no point really. She never stayed with any foster family long enough to truly settle in. It wasn’t because she was a mean girl or had an attitude problem that no one wanted her. She just had some attachment issues, which meant she was difficult to get through to, and then there were the many incidents of her not coming home at night because she often preferred sleeping in nature with her friends, the animals. For a moment, Vera wondered if the family of foxes that lived in the forest behind her last foster family’s house would miss her. She didn’t like the idea of them questioning why she didn’t visit them anymore.

With no new foster family in sight, Vera had moved back to the group home on Brooks Street. She hated it there and last night she had considered running away.

Vera figured that the teacher who had this classroom felt the same way. Teaching at this crappy school probably wasn’t a dream job for any teacher.

The honking cars outside gave her a headache and once again reminded Vera of how much she hated the city. She felt at home in nature and sadly the few parks close to where she stayed were full of people walking, running and playing with their dogs and children.

Suppressing a yawn, Vera crossed her arms and wished she could be sleeping right now. Last night, a social worker had moved her back to the group home and her new roommate had kept her awake half the night with her snoring and sleep talking.

The other kids she had met at the group home were as closed off as her. At the age of fifteen, she had learned that it was better to keep to herself. The constant rejections didn’t hurt as much when she didn’t allow herself to become attached.

One of the psychologists Vera talked to on a regular basis had told her it’s difficult for a person to love themselves when not even their parents loved them. But despite the world telling her she wasn’t good enough, Vera knew better. The animals loved her company and from as far back as she could remember, a kind and loving voice who called herself Zosia had spoken to her. At her darkest times, Zosia was always there with support and love for her. Vera had learned early on in life that others couldn’t hear Zosia’s voice in their heads. The adults referred to Zosia as Vera’s imaginary friend and by now she was clever enough to not mention her name.

The other people who attended this school from the group home had taken the school bus, but Vera had opted to walk as she had hoped for a chance to listen to the birds. Sadly, it turned out to be almost impossible to hear them over the noise of the morning traffic.

At least, being a fast walker, she had arrived at school early enough to avoid a seat in the front row. She would have preferred to hide in the back of the room but sitting in the middle was all that had been available. As the other students had slowly walked into the classroom, they had sent her curious looks, and a few had even smiled.

But Vera had changed schools so many times that she knew attachments meant sad goodbyes when it was time to leave again. Instead of smiling back, she now sat slumped down in the uncomfortable plastic chair, keeping her gaze out the window. The dark bags underneath her eyes seemed to weigh down her lids, making it hard to keep her eyes open. At least she had her favorite dark blue hoodie on. If she kept her black hair tucked inside the hoodie, no one would ever know how tangled and knotted her hair was. She was still annoyed that she had forgotten her hair brush at her last foster family.