Chapters (31)
- Author’s Note
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Epilogue
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“I’m not a freak,” he said like I didn’t speak. “What I can do is what we need.”
I leaned my weight into him and held on to his neck. “You were never a freak,” I said softly.
His eyes went unfocused, so I squeezed his neck until I got his attention.
“Never, baby,” I stressed. “You’ve always been necessary. But, just saying, even soldiers are necessary. Important and necessary.”
He shook his head as if not quite believing me and stated, “Three hours and we got them. Three hours and only I could get us what we needed.”
“Yeah,” I whispered on a grin. “You totally rock. Then again, you always did. You just didn’t know it.”
He stared at my face like he wasn’t seeing me, then suddenly, his eyes closed and he bent his neck so his forehead was resting on mine.
“I’ll take the craziness,” I kept whispering, and his eyes opened. “The danger. The uncertainty. I’ll take it all if this leads to you understanding how totally”—I squeezed his neck—“and completely”—I squeezed again—“awesome you are.”
Abel’s hands drifted up my sides and his eyes went from vague and incredulous to something I liked much better.
“Hungry,” he murmured, his hands stopping at the sides of my breasts, his thumbs gliding in.
“Hope you get Lilah champagne,” I told him. “The occasion merits it.”
“Don’t care what I get, just as long as it’s Lilah something, which, lucky me, is what it’s gonna be.”
Yeah, my man so rocked.
I smiled into his eyes.
His eyes smiled back.
Then his hands slid to under my arms and I was up.
Then I was down, on the bed, Abel on top of me, and seconds later, my man was feeding.
Minutes after that, Abel’s hand down my shorts, I was coming.
* * * * *
“Okay, this shit I do not like,” I declared irately the minute Abel closed the soundproofed door to our bedroom.
“Lilah.”
I turned to him and saw that was all he was going to say.
I, on the other hand, had a whole lot more to say.
It was late in the evening. Bjorn had been handled. The bad spy vampire, who was named Patricio, had been handled. The greedy, turncoat humans had been handled.
And due to Abel’s kickass ability, neither of the immortals remembered anything that had happened that day and Patricio was providing the report Abel gave him to give to the bad guys. That being, the excursion that morning was a training exercise for Abel, Xun, and Wei. Cosmo—Lucien’s friend and a vamp I met, who was tall, blond, hot (to the point he was at the “hottest” end of the scale), and nice—was still “in the wind” as far as the bad guys knew.
And last, the golem attack was to commence as planned.