Arielle Immortal Fury (The Immortal Rapture Series Book 6)

Arielle Immortal Fury

The Immortal

Rapture Series

Volume 6

Lilian Roberts

Booktrope Editions

Seattle, WA 2014

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I would like to thank the people that supported my efforts to get through the sixth book in the
Immortal Rapture Series
.

Thank you to my husband, for his patience and
encouragement
to continue on. He has never complained about the long hours I have spent in front of the computer, working on this series.

Many thanks once again to my amazing editor Jacy
Mackin,
for guiding me through the challenging parts of the
manuscript.

Thank you to my Booktrope proofreader Lydia
Johnson and cover designer, Shari Ryan.

Thanks to Sarka-Jonae Miller for her ongoing, tireless support.

I want to thank my beautiful daughter Christy, for
believing in me and supporting my ideas. I truly
appreciate her great suggestion, which improved the MS.

A huge thanks to my lovely niece Jiolanda, who
never stopped believing in me, and my ideas.

Kat Sheridan, for taking a manuscript of more than 70,000 words, and crafting a brief synopsis that would give
readers a vivid peek into the story.

And finally, sincere thanks to all the friends and
fans who enthusiastically supported me, motivating me to get the next volume ready for publication.

For my granddaughter Corina,

There are no riches beyond your existence and no joy bigger than that of your smile.

Chapter 1

GASTON ENTERED THROUGH
the balcony doors and strode purposely across the room. Arielle watched him, worrying that the
shiver his
reappearance caused was apparent. The crowd parted in Gaston’s wake, and then he was standing in front of Sebastian, holding him
with a hard glare. She didn’t like the expression on his face or the anger that shimmered in his blue eyes. Her jaw tightened, and she moved closer to Eva. Sebastian’s expression was impassive. She looked at his brothers. Anton and Marcus were engaged in deep
conversation and
never saw Gaston approach. Gabrielle’s gaze flipped from Eva to
Arielle, pinning them with a questioning look.

The tense moment stretched and held, making the girls quite
uncomfortable. No words had been exchanged, just silence thick
enough to be sliced with a knife. The sudden quietness brought
Anton's and Marcus’s attention back to the group. They appeared surprised by the obvious intensity between Gaston and Sebastian. After sharing a quick glance, they moved closer to their brother’s side.

“What’s wrong?” Marcus asked.

Despite his commanding tone, neither Sebastian nor Gaston turned to look at him or reply to his question. Sebastian seemed
unmoved, a
dispassionate smile on his beautiful face. Fuming emotions
emanated from Gaston's eyes. Marcus’ eyebrows furrowed in surprise, and he
turned his quizzical gaze to Anton. He too looked stunned, as if
unable to understand this type of behavior between the two best friends. His shrug admitted that he had absolutely no idea what was going on between Gaston and Sebastian.

“I’m not going to back down on this!” Gaston finally spat out,
taking everyone by surprise. The icy tone of his voice made Arielle
swallow hard. Fear of Gaston’s immortal powers was rooted deep inside her. She was afraid for Sebastian and his brothers, because
they were unaware of the horrible strengths that Gaston possessed.

Suddenly, her stomach heaved violently, and for a second, she thought she was going to throw up. She drew in a shaky breath and lost her footing. Before anyone had a chance to say another word,
she started to collapse. Both Gaston and Sebastian instantly turned and reached for her, but Marcus was already there, holding her steady and stopping her fall. The relief in their faces was palpable, and their differences seemed to disappear.

Gaston’s eyes swept quickly over Arielle’s face, and his anger vanished. “Are you all right?” he asked, his voice tender. His words washed over her like icy tidal waves.

“Yes, I’m fine,” Arielle said.

Sebastian and Gaston leaned closer to Arielle. The move didn’t seem to escape anyone.

“What on God’s earth is this all about?” Marcus asked again, staring hard at the two men.

No one listened to Marcus. Sebastian and Gaston once again boldly faced each other.

Gaston clenched his teeth and firmly stated, “Like I said, I am not backing off this time, Sebastian.”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to,” Sebastian replied dispassionately.

Anton moved closer to the two men. He grabbed Sebastian’s arm, making him face him. “We have no idea what is going on between you two, but it has to stop right here, right now,” he said
through gritted
teeth. “This is Mother’s annual affair, and it means the world to her. I’m
not going to let you spoil it.” Frost coated Anton’s voice. He shook
Sebastian firmly, getting his complete attention. “Do you
understand me?” he asked, pinning him with a cold stare. Sebastian blinked. His brother’s tone took him aback. He sighed mightily and nodded.

“You’ve been best friends your entire lives, so you need to get over this...this…whatever this
is
,” he said again, waving his arm aimlessly. “Nothing is important enough to destroy this kind of
friendship.”

As if a conductor waved a baton, both heads turned and stared at Arielle intently. Her eyes widened.

Why in bloody hell are they staring at me?
Pursing her lips, she
refrained from getting involved or asking any questions. She shifted from one leg to the other, and reaching over, she clasped Gabrielle’s hand.

Anton followed the move of Arielle’s hand with a frown. The
girls linked their hands, and there was a guarded look on their faces. He allowed himself a short moment to attempt to grasp the situation. Realization sank in his brain quickly, and his attention turned to Sebastian and Gaston.

He cleared his throat and, gripping their shoulders, he leaned closer. “I have no idea what’s going on between you two, but I’m
warning you both to take this outside!” He spit the words out, voice cold as ice.

Gaston’s jaw clenched and his fists curled to his side, but both
men
nodded in agreement. Gaston turned to Arielle, and his eyes met
hers.
“You owe me a dance, Miss Young,” he said with a soft smile. He
took
her hand, pulling her towards the dance floor. Arielle followed,
seeking
to avoid an incident. Sebastian didn’t try to stop Gaston; he just
stood still, watching them walk away.

Looking back, Arielle noticed a smile that spoke volumes
playing at the corners of his lovely lips. She dropped her eyes and frowned at the thought of her emotions being exposed unconsciously.