Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“True. I could never understand the inner workings of a wretch such as yourself. Small favors.”
He stomps on the brakes, the vehicle screeching to a smoking halt beside an abandoned farm.
“Out.”
“Pardon?”
He reaches for the pistol on his hip.
I break his wrist easily.
He yells and tries to knife me with his other hand. I redirect his swipe so that he stabs himself in the leg. Another yell.
Maybe I’m not killing anyone today, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun.
“Fucking asshole!” He grips the knife handle as I step out of the vehicle.
I much prefer to walk anyway. The air is nice, crisp and promising snow, a palate cleanser after the tang of his blood.
He’s miles behind me in mere moments, my pace picking up even more as I near home.
Home.
The thought of it makes me feel almost light, as if I could sprout wings like a Corvidion and spring into the air.
The idea of something mine.
And something shared.
She’s bent over a microscope when I creep into her lab, her hair swept up in a messy bun, giving me the perfect view of her delicate neck. I ease closer, my fangs lengthening.
“You realize I can hear you now, right?” She turns, her eyes glinting as she smiles at me.
“Must you ruin my fun?” I capture her in my arms, inhaling her, surrounding myself with her.
“I’ll play along next time. Is that what you want?” She gets onto her tiptoes and kisses me, her adorable little fangs pressing into my bottom lip. I lick along them, drawing blood and sharing it with her.
Her arms twine around my neck, her body warm as I pull her tightly to me.
“How did it go?”
“Worried for me?”
She smirks up at me. “Glad to be rid of you.”
“They agreed. Peace in the Emergence Era. Happy now?” I frown.
“Ridiculously happy.” Her brows draw together, and I sense her question before she asks it.
“He’s alive, my Blood. He’ll just be pissed off for a long, long time.”
“He was already pissed when his top civilian scientists disappeared along with a ridiculous amount of data and samples a month ago.” She sighs. “You promise you didn’t kill him? I felt some glee. Like intense glee from you for a few moments.”
“Just roughhousing. That’s all.” I smirk and kiss her again, wiping away any thoughts or mentions of that syphilitic, engorged tick.
“Bro, you’re already back? That was quick.” Wyatt bumbles in, his familiar stink of patchouli and some sort of pungent strain of marijuana wafting past.
“Go easy on the ‘greasy cheese’ or whatever you’re smoking.” Georgia wrinkles her nose. “Or maybe choose a strain that’s not so skunky?”
“Skunky helps me think. Besides, that’s what the greenhouse is for. I already have some choice seedlings.” He points to the skylight overhead. “We need the good stuff if we’re going to keep shaking and baking on this vaccine.”
“Just, I don’t know, pat it out before you come in here. I can smell you from a mile away.”
“Super sensitive vampire schnoz. I know, I know.” He returns to his dreaded machine, laying a vinyl plate onto it and setting it spinning.
Georgia swipes her hand across my face. “Don’t keep sneering like that. Causes wrinkles.”
“Not something we have to worry about, my Blood.” I kiss her again and ignore Wyatt’s groan. Just as I ignore his stink and his infernal screeching ‘music’ and everything else about him as I must. Because Georgia loves him. As a brother. Which she’s assured me of many times, and I’ve assured myself of by frequently spying on him. In truth, he has the most peculiar obsession with a large, violent human warrior female. He practically worships a signed photo of her.
Evie walks in with the other female hanging all over her, the one who is constantly humming in my library. Her musical tastes are garbage, but that is to be expected from humans. I will suffer them if it makes my Blood happy.
Evie’s eyes light up when she sees Georgia. “Hey, I have a new theory about why you and Valen can walk in the sun. Maybe—”
“We are bonded mates. My powers are hers. Hers are mine. I’ve already explained this.” I spent as little time as possible with humans for the great majority of my life. I’m constantly reminded why that was such an excellent decision.
“Okay, sure.” Evie rolls her eyes. “That’s the woowoo—” She waggles her fingers. “—explanation, but there has to be an actual reason somewhere in your makeup.”
“What are you thinking?” Georgia asks.
I slide behind her, pulling her against me, letting her know just how much I missed her.
She makes a high-pitched “hmmph” sound when I press my hard cock against her backside.
“Well, what if the particular symbiotic relationship in your blood has a mutation because of the human component. Valen is half human and born that way—the mutation would have started there. Then when he turned you, you got that same mutation.”