around any thought of me. I felt his memories and saw that the ones he held closest were with me in it. It was overwhelming.
I blinked as my eyes focused on Jared’s. I saw that he had looked into me like I looked into him. We stared at each other for a long moment as a smile hinted on the edge of our lips.
“Are we okay?” I asked him silently. I felt him concentrate.
“Yes.” His voice sounded like a whisper in my mind, almost silent from disuse. I smiled as I realized that my mind must have sounded like that to Damian once upon a time. Who would have known that all that metaphysical bonding would have a purpose?
Jared laced his fingers through mine, and his thumb rubbed soothing circles across the length of my thumb. He leaned forward to kiss me, wincing in pain and looking at my arm. The graze wound from the silver bullet was still there but no longer bled.
“You didn’t feel that?” he asked incredulously.
I shrugged. “I’m used to it. Besides, after this,” I touched the fresh pink scars on the side of my neck, “I can deal with anything.”
“What are you going to tell Damian?”
I had felt that question weighing on Jared’s heart, deciding to wait until he asked it to answer. “The truth.”
“Won’t that affect your…relationship?”
I sighed. “There is no relationship. At this time I work for him, nothing more.”
Jared smiled. “Good.”
Burying his hand in my hair, Jared brought my mouth to his. His kiss felt strong and fierce. I felt through our new bonds all of the things he wanted to do to me, and I planned to let him.
After all, we had time.
Chapter Ten
When Jared and I arrived back at Donavan’s house, the sun started to set. Donavan almost had their car packed, while Monique sat in one of the rocking chairs on the porch, cradling her newborn twins in her arms. She glowed with joy as she sang softly to the babies.
We had to hurry back to Malevolent Dead, before Rose figured out we had killed her ginger dragon and sent another one after us. I saw a sleek, black corvette parked next to my car, and in Jared’s mind that it belonged to him. He had good taste. That’s for sure.
Donavan eyed us as we came over to the cars. His eyes widened slightly as he sensed the bond that now spread between Jared and I. He didn’t say anything, to which I felt grateful. I did my damnedest to keep Damian out of my head, so he wouldn’t find out yet. After our talk, I knew he wouldn’t be emotionally ready for this.
When the final rays of sun disappeared beyond the horizon, the vampires came out of Donavan’s basement, once again discussing the day’s soaps. Without looking at Damian for instruction, they approached the cars we had driven over in, and my heart ached as I saw that I wouldn’t have my friend in the front seat with me.
Monique and Donavan drove in their minivan to Malevolent Dead, with Jared, Damian, Dez, and I acting as spotters in case Rose attacked us on the interstate.
We pulled into the club’s parking lot without a problem and hurried inside. The majority of the DeLocket Clan waited in the club itself. I left Damian and Dez to dole out guest rooms, while I ran up to my room to shower. I let the hot water massage my aching muscles before tackling the dirt and grim that covered me from head to toe. After washing the blood out of my hair, rinsed, and repeated, I finally felt clean. As I grabbed a towel I saw a set of clothes folded neatly on the lid of my hamper, with my gun and throwing knives sitting beside them, and smiled. Jared. He remembered that my one-track mind often meant I forgot the most basic of needs. I quickly dressed, sliding my Walther P22 into the holster on my belt. I walked out of the bathroom as I pulled my wet hair up into a ponytail to find Jared sitting on my bed with his forgotten shirt balled up in his hands and a first aid kit next to him.
We didn’t need to look into each other’s eyes to read the pain there. Thanks to our new bond,
I blinked as my eyes focused on Jared’s. I saw that he had looked into me like I looked into him. We stared at each other for a long moment as a smile hinted on the edge of our lips.
“Are we okay?” I asked him silently. I felt him concentrate.
“Yes.” His voice sounded like a whisper in my mind, almost silent from disuse. I smiled as I realized that my mind must have sounded like that to Damian once upon a time. Who would have known that all that metaphysical bonding would have a purpose?
Jared laced his fingers through mine, and his thumb rubbed soothing circles across the length of my thumb. He leaned forward to kiss me, wincing in pain and looking at my arm. The graze wound from the silver bullet was still there but no longer bled.
“You didn’t feel that?” he asked incredulously.
I shrugged. “I’m used to it. Besides, after this,” I touched the fresh pink scars on the side of my neck, “I can deal with anything.”
“What are you going to tell Damian?”
I had felt that question weighing on Jared’s heart, deciding to wait until he asked it to answer. “The truth.”
“Won’t that affect your…relationship?”
I sighed. “There is no relationship. At this time I work for him, nothing more.”
Jared smiled. “Good.”
Burying his hand in my hair, Jared brought my mouth to his. His kiss felt strong and fierce. I felt through our new bonds all of the things he wanted to do to me, and I planned to let him.
After all, we had time.
Chapter Ten
When Jared and I arrived back at Donavan’s house, the sun started to set. Donavan almost had their car packed, while Monique sat in one of the rocking chairs on the porch, cradling her newborn twins in her arms. She glowed with joy as she sang softly to the babies.
We had to hurry back to Malevolent Dead, before Rose figured out we had killed her ginger dragon and sent another one after us. I saw a sleek, black corvette parked next to my car, and in Jared’s mind that it belonged to him. He had good taste. That’s for sure.
Donavan eyed us as we came over to the cars. His eyes widened slightly as he sensed the bond that now spread between Jared and I. He didn’t say anything, to which I felt grateful. I did my damnedest to keep Damian out of my head, so he wouldn’t find out yet. After our talk, I knew he wouldn’t be emotionally ready for this.
When the final rays of sun disappeared beyond the horizon, the vampires came out of Donavan’s basement, once again discussing the day’s soaps. Without looking at Damian for instruction, they approached the cars we had driven over in, and my heart ached as I saw that I wouldn’t have my friend in the front seat with me.
Monique and Donavan drove in their minivan to Malevolent Dead, with Jared, Damian, Dez, and I acting as spotters in case Rose attacked us on the interstate.
We pulled into the club’s parking lot without a problem and hurried inside. The majority of the DeLocket Clan waited in the club itself. I left Damian and Dez to dole out guest rooms, while I ran up to my room to shower. I let the hot water massage my aching muscles before tackling the dirt and grim that covered me from head to toe. After washing the blood out of my hair, rinsed, and repeated, I finally felt clean. As I grabbed a towel I saw a set of clothes folded neatly on the lid of my hamper, with my gun and throwing knives sitting beside them, and smiled. Jared. He remembered that my one-track mind often meant I forgot the most basic of needs. I quickly dressed, sliding my Walther P22 into the holster on my belt. I walked out of the bathroom as I pulled my wet hair up into a ponytail to find Jared sitting on my bed with his forgotten shirt balled up in his hands and a first aid kit next to him.
We didn’t need to look into each other’s eyes to read the pain there. Thanks to our new bond,
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