Daylight: By My Light, Book 5 - Mac Flynn - ebook
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One final adventure.  One long night.  One last chance to reveal their true feelings.  An evening at a benefit gala leads Gwen and her friends into trouble as a thief runs off with all the precious jewelery, including a necklace given to her by Fox.  The thief also leaves behind a curse on Fox that they have until daylight to lift, or he’ll be trapped in stone forever.  As they race against time to catch the thief Gwen realizes how much she’s come to care for the wily fox in her life, and what she’d be willing to sacrifice to save him.

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Daylight

By My Light, Book5

Mac Flynn

Copyright © 2018 by Mac Flynn

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

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1

I never thought I would be fighting for the life of WilliamFox.

The night began like so many others. The sun set signaling my rise like some vampire of old. At the last rays I peeked my head out from under the covers and inspected the room. Empty and quiet.

Also, a little cold. The chill from the draft that blew in from the window frames bit at my nose. A sly smile slipped onto my lips. A perfect time to practice my unique skillset.

It had been a month since the last adventure, the one with the mermaid and me getting stabbed in the heart by Fox. Funny enough, him plunging a dagger into my chest was a relationship booster, at least on my part. It'd shown that, given the first opportunity, he wouldn't outright kill me. Also, he had greataim.

Because of that aim I was not only alive, but was now able to command my werewolf fur to spring forth from my flesh. In a couple of seconds I wore a fluffy coat. Unfortunately, there was a slight problem as I tumbled out from beneath the sheets. My pajama top and bottoms were tight against my limbs, giving me a swollen appearance and making movement just a little difficult.

I climbed to my feet as graceful as a person made out of balloons and waddled my way over to the dresser. There were small handles on the drawers with which to open them. I reached for one with both hands.

A loud ripping sound broke the serene silence. I glanced over my shoulder and my face fell. "Just great. . ."

The effort-with my werewolf strength-had torn the back of my shirt wide open. The cloth now drifted like a feather to my feet. My upper torso was naked, sort of. I glared at the wounded shirt one last time before I whipped open the drawers and retrieved my clothes.

I rushed over to the bed only to be rewarded with another ripping noise. A pause at the side of the bed and a look back told me my pants were the latest victims of my brilliant plan. My face fell. Now all I needed to complete my horrible morningwas-

A knock on the door. "Miss Rogers?" came Emery's voice.

The color drained from my face as I looked down at my furriness. Though in-the-buff was the usual attire of a werewolf, I wasn't about to be caught with my pants down and a few feet away from me. I de-furred and grabbed my pair of pants.

"Yeah?" I replied as I bounced around trying to put first one leg than the other into the jeans.

"Mr. Fox would like to invite you to a benefit gala he is attending this evening," Emery toldme.

"I don't really have anything to wear," I replied as I slipped on mybra.

"He wishes for you to wear the new evening gown he purchased foryou."

I paused with the shirt over my head. "My what?" came my muffled reply.

"I took the liberty of hanging it in your armoire while you were asleep," he toldme.

My shirt dropped onto my shoulders and I looked down at my ruffled attire with a frown. "Do I haveto?"

"He would be most honored if you would join him," Emery assuredme.

I walked over to the tall armoire and opened both doors at once. There, hanging by a sturdy wooden hook, hung a low-cut evening gown that shown like the color of a young sun. Slivers of diamonds and other precious jewels were set into the fabric to make it sparkle like sunlight catching on a calm surface of water.

"Wow. . ." I whispered.

"May I take that as a 'yes?'" Emery called from thedoor.

I removed the dress from its hook and pressed it against my. A perfect-and form flattering-fit. A smile teased the corners of my lips as I lifted my eyes to the door. "Tell him I'll be down in a minute."

"Verywell."

I hurried out of my clothes, now completely unaware of the cold that still pervaded the room, and slipped into the dress. I found a cardboard box beneath where the dress had hung and inside was a matching pair of high-heeled shoes. A quick slip and my outfit was complete.

A full length mirror stood near the armoire. I stepped in front of its reflective surface and marveled at the way the dress shimmered like a thousand pieces of glitter, even in the dim light of evening.

"Not bad. . ." I complemented myself.

"Miss Rogers?" Emery called from thedoor.

"Coming!" I replied.

I hurried over to the entrance, and the dress glided along like it was a part of me. The effect made me feel as light as a feather so that I flung open the door and bounced out into thehall.

Emery stood nearby and a smile teased the corners of his usually stoic expression. "Might I compliment you on your appearance tonight, Miss Rogers?"

I grinned. "Complimentaway."

He offered me his arm. "If Imay."

I bowed my head and accepted his arm. He led me down the curve of the stairs to the bottom of the foyer. Fox awaited us there, and he was dressed in a becoming black suit with a white undershirt and black bow tie. His sly smile slipped onto his face as Emery released me in front ofhim.

Fox took my hand and pecked a small kiss on the back before his eyes flickered up to mine. "You look magnificent."

I couldn't stop the blush that appeared on my cheeks. "Y-yeah, not too bad for a bodyguard, isit?"

He straightened and arched an eyebrow. "'Bodyguard?'"

"Isn't that why I'm coming along?" I askedhim.

He shook his head. "Quite the contrary. I expect the evening to be quite dull, but I expect your presence to make the gala at least bearable. First, however-" his eyes flickered to Emery behind me, "-we must finish your attire."

My pulse quickened and I glanced down at the long neckline. "Did I forget a shirt?"

Movement in front of me forced me to look up. Emery stood beside us and presented a flat velvet box to Fox. Fox opened the lid and revealed a large diamond necklace. Twelve white diamonds, six on each side and all the size of a half-marble, adorned the centerpiece, a large canary-colored gem that was as large as an unshelled walnut, but of such quality that I could see straight throughit

Fox lifted the necklace and slipped behind me to set the necklace against my front. A quick pin and it snuggled into place, a beautiful coldness against my skin. Fox leaned down and his soft breath tingled my ear. "Do you likeit?"

I looked down and brushed my fingers over the center diamond. "It's beautiful," I whispered.

"That diamond was discovered in one of the deeper mines in Africa over a century ago. The owner manager of the mine named it the Sun's Beauty Diamond. My father purchased it and the others, and had them set in the gold as an anniversary gift for my mother."

I whipped my gaze up to his and glanced over my shoulder. "Your mom's necklace?"

Fox slipped beside me and nodded. "Yes. She was fond of the jewels, but not the weight. With your unique abilities I doubt you will have that same complaint."

I pursed my lips and shook my head. "I-I can't wear these. I mean, they're your mom'sand-"

"And I would have no one else wear them but you," he insisted.

"But what if something happens to them?" I persisted.

He chuckled as he offered his arm to me. "Then you will be the bodyguard of the necklace for this evening."

My heart sank, but I took his arm with a forced smile. I had a bad feeling about this as Fox led me to the elevators and the awaiting car in the underground garage.

It turns out I should have listened to mygut.

2

We drove to the gala, a black-tie affair at the museum of infamy, the Colmouth Historical Museum. The usually stoic facade was now festooned with festive paper lanterns larger than my head and adorned with thick paper streams that advertised the affair. One of them read 'Kicking the Goal High!' and there was another with 'Diving Low to Success!'

A long line of expensive cars waited their turn to drop their passengers off at the red carpet that started at the sidewalk and climbed up the marble steps to the thrown-open entrance. We waited in the long line as people stepped out in their gala-best.

I turned to Fox who sat on my right in the back of a black stretched limo. "What's this eventfor?"

"Extracurricular sports funds for the city's schools. I am on the board that manages the funds," he toldme.

A grin teased my lips as I jerked a thumb at one of the banners. "Did you think of those slogans?"

Fox smiled. "I admit they are a little tacky, but the proceeds are unmatched by any other event."

Our car moved up a spot in the line and I got a clear view of the red carpet. Thick rope lines on either side of the cloth path kept back large crowds of paparazzi and screaming, adoring fans. The signal that a cute famous male celebrity exited a vehicle was a rising cry of shrill shrieks from the women in the audience. My werewolf hearing meant I got the love good andloud.

I winced and covered my ears. "Is the museum soundproof?"

"Was our battle with the mermaid in thenews?"

"Point taken."

Soon it was our turn to take a stroll on the carpet. Emery parked the car and one of the porters opened the door. Fox stepped out and received his fair share of the female adoration as a deafening scream rose from the crowds on either side. He paused and turned back to offer his hand to me. I leaned out and grimaced as dozens of cameras flashed.

"Surely after our adventures a few cameras don't frighten you," he teased.

I glared at him, but took his hand and accepted his help out of the low car. "No, but unlike you I have a good reputation tokeep."

He chuckled as he looped our arms together so we stood side-by-side facing the museum. "Then smile for the cameras."

Dozens and dozens of cameras flashed and clicked. My spots saw spots. Fox guided me like a seeing-eye man up the steps. More than a few of the women in the front of the crowds glared atme.

I leaned toward him and lowered my voice so only he could hear me. "You're adoring fans look like they want to rip me apart."

"A testament to your beauty," he returned.

The flutter in my heart was interrupted by a powerful stench that invaded my nostrils. It smelled like skunk and rotten eggs. I had to force my arm to my side to keep from clapping my hand over mynose.