|Walking through Screamer’s, Wrath sneered as the bar crowd
tripped over itself to get out of his way. Fear and a morbid, lusty curiosity
wafted out of their pores. He breathed in the rank odor.
|From behind his dark glasses, his eyes strained against the dim lights
and he shut his lids. His vision was so bad that he was just as comfortable with
total blindness. Focusing on his hearing, he sorted through the beats of the
music, isolating the shuffling of feet, the whisper of words, the sound of
another glass hitting the floor. If he ran into something, he didn’t care.
Whether it was a chair, a table, a human, he’d just walk over the damn thing.
He sensed Darius clearly because his was the only body in the place that
Although even the warrior was on edge
Wrath opened his eyes when he stood in front of the other
“Where’d Tohrment go?” he asked as
“He’s taking a breather. Thanks for
Wrath lowered himself into a chair. He stared straight ahead and
The pounding beat of Ludacris faded into old school Cypress
This was going to be good. Darius was a real straight-shooter who
Darius tipped back his beer then let out a deep
“If you want something from me, don’t lead with that,”
“You need a drink?” she asked slowly.
He was tempted to
Human blood wouldn’t keep him alive for long, but it sure as hell tasted
“Not right now,” he said. His tight
Not interested, he thought.
And how annoying was that.
Darius shifted impatiently.
“That’s all,” he muttered. “We’re
As she backed up, getting lost in the crowd, Wrath heard Darius
“You already said that.”
“Yeah. Right. Ah, you and I go way back.”
And then some.
Darius cleared his throat. “After all these
“D, you’ve got to cut to the point. Marissa needs to do a little
“Do you want to use your room at my place again? You
He didn’t give a crap that Marissa’s brother
Wrath wasn’t about to play dandy while civilians were
“I just might take you up on
“I have a
Wrath slowly turned his head. “Since when?”
“Who’s the mother?”
“You don’t know her. And she, ah, she
Darius’s sorrow rose up around him, the acrid smell of old pain
“How old is she?” Wrath demanded. He had a feeling where this might
Wrath cursed under his breath. “Don’t
“I have to. My lord, your blood
“Call me that again and I’ll close your mouth for you.
“You don’t understand. She’s-”
Wrath started to get
“So she might not
If it had been anyone else,
But Darius was almost a friend.
“I can’t do it. Not
Darius’s agony hit him in a great swell and Wrath
He squeezed the vampire’s
“If you really love her, do her a favor. Ask someone else.”
Wrath turned and stalked out of the bar. On his way to the door, he
Out on the street, he headed for a dark corner behind
He smiled widely, opened his leather jacket, and took out
Killing the soulless human was just what he needed to take the
In a fluid motion, he wheeled around just as the bullet exploded out of
The lesser grabbed his neck with both
Wrath walked over and went through its
And then he withdrew a long, black-bladed knife from his chest
With a strangled sound, the
Wrath wiped the blade off on his leather pants,
WARNING! Explicit Sexual Content!
"Some people are like Slinkies. They aren't really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to my face when I push them down a flight of stairs." - Patricia Briggs, Iron Kissed
"The only way to have eternal love is to never let your heart forget what it's like to live without it." - Sherrilyn Kenyon, Night Play
"You just pounded yourself into me with all the finesse of a sweaty celibate breaking fast with a rented sex droid." - J.D. Robb, Rapture in Death
"Promise you'll scream for me tonight." - Madeleine Urban, Divide and Conquer
"You are a manipulator.
I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer." - J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal
"If you buy chocolate with loose change, the calories don't count." - Janet Evanovich, Ten Big Ones
"Get busy living or get busy dying." - Stephen King, Different Seasons
"People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die." - Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir
"When God ignores you, the devil starts looking good." - Laurell K. Hamilton, Flirt
"The pessimist says, 'It can't get any worse!' And the optimist replies, 'Oh yes it can!" - Madeleine Urban, Fish and Chips
To be continued after lunch ...