vamps and the wolves hadn’t killed each other.
Morgan thought that was a good sign. Well, mostly good.
When she and Jace re-entered the great room, the wolves were still lined up on the left, and the vamps were glaring on the right. The vamps seemed a bit cockier now, probably because they were gaining strength from the setting sun.
Two of the wolves held the now conscious demon. The guy’s face was broken and bloody, so it looked like the wolves had been enjoying some play time. Louis raised a brow. “All better now?”
Jace growled at him.
But, actually, yes, she was better. One hundred percent better. Power seemed to pulse in her veins. If this rush would come to her each time that she and Jace exchanged blood, then she’d make sure they exchanged every day for the rest of her life. Since she planned to spend all of her days and nights with him, an exchange wouldn’t be a hardship at all.
Her blood would enable him to live longer. Human mates who sipped from their vampire lovers could stay young and strong as long as they had that blood supply. She’d make sure Jace fed well and often.
“You’re feeding a dog?” The demon spat blood on the ground at Jace’s feet. “Vampire, don’t you know better than to—”
Jace lunged and grabbed the demon around his throat. “I’m going to slice you open.”
The demon just laughed. “I’ve been in hell , asshole. You can’t do anything to me that hasn’t already been done.”
And Morgan hesitated. The demon had a point.
“We’ll see.” Jace didn’t seem worried. “Once I slice off your hands and crack open your rib cage, we’ll find out if you feel like talking then.”
But the demon shook his head. “Been there, done that. Why do you think we’re all coming out? This world…” His red eyes flew around the room. “It’s life. We’re coming, and we’re taking it over, and you can’t stop us.”
“We’ll shut your damn door,” Jace promised, “and you’ll stay in your cage.”
More laughter. “Not if you can’t find it.”
“You’ll talk,” Jace promised. Then he glanced back at Morgan. “You don’t…want to see this.” But she read his eyes and understood. Don’t watch me do this. He would torture. He would push and push and push…because he wanted to save her. Save his people.
But sometimes, there was just too much darkness, too much of a price, to be paid for some actions.
“There’s another way.” A better way because her gut told her that the demon wasn’t bullshitting. He wouldn’t break. What can we do that hell hasn’t done?
Jace stilled.
Morgan spared a swift glance for the vampires. Men. Women. Their gazes were determined, their bodies tense. They understood what she meant. They were ready. She licked her lips and offered, “We can drink from him.”
The demon’s bellow shook the mansion, and she knew that they had the bastard. You won’t talk. Fine. “We don’t need you to talk,” she said as she crept closer to him.
“We just need you to bleed.”
Time to sample the demon’s memories.
Jace blocked her path. “This is a shitty plan.”
She smiled at him. “It’s a plan that will work. You know we pull memories with the bite.”
“Yeah, but just what else will happen when you bite him? You ever had demon blood?”
No. “Never had the pleasure,” she said and saw the demon tense.
“It could be poison. It could fry you from the inside out. It could—”
“I’d never had werewolf blood until I tasted you.”
That stopped him. Only for a moment. “Yeah, princess, but we all know that once you go wolf, you don’t go back.”
And there, when she shouldn’t have, when it was the wrong time and the wrong place, she laughed.
Jace froze. Then he squeezed his eyes shut. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” What was her wolf talking about now?
His eyes opened and a muscle flexed along his jaw. “You aren’t tasting him.” He pointed to the vamps behind them. “One of those
Morgan thought that was a good sign. Well, mostly good.
When she and Jace re-entered the great room, the wolves were still lined up on the left, and the vamps were glaring on the right. The vamps seemed a bit cockier now, probably because they were gaining strength from the setting sun.
Two of the wolves held the now conscious demon. The guy’s face was broken and bloody, so it looked like the wolves had been enjoying some play time. Louis raised a brow. “All better now?”
Jace growled at him.
But, actually, yes, she was better. One hundred percent better. Power seemed to pulse in her veins. If this rush would come to her each time that she and Jace exchanged blood, then she’d make sure they exchanged every day for the rest of her life. Since she planned to spend all of her days and nights with him, an exchange wouldn’t be a hardship at all.
Her blood would enable him to live longer. Human mates who sipped from their vampire lovers could stay young and strong as long as they had that blood supply. She’d make sure Jace fed well and often.
“You’re feeding a dog?” The demon spat blood on the ground at Jace’s feet. “Vampire, don’t you know better than to—”
Jace lunged and grabbed the demon around his throat. “I’m going to slice you open.”
The demon just laughed. “I’ve been in hell , asshole. You can’t do anything to me that hasn’t already been done.”
And Morgan hesitated. The demon had a point.
“We’ll see.” Jace didn’t seem worried. “Once I slice off your hands and crack open your rib cage, we’ll find out if you feel like talking then.”
But the demon shook his head. “Been there, done that. Why do you think we’re all coming out? This world…” His red eyes flew around the room. “It’s life. We’re coming, and we’re taking it over, and you can’t stop us.”
“We’ll shut your damn door,” Jace promised, “and you’ll stay in your cage.”
More laughter. “Not if you can’t find it.”
“You’ll talk,” Jace promised. Then he glanced back at Morgan. “You don’t…want to see this.” But she read his eyes and understood. Don’t watch me do this. He would torture. He would push and push and push…because he wanted to save her. Save his people.
But sometimes, there was just too much darkness, too much of a price, to be paid for some actions.
“There’s another way.” A better way because her gut told her that the demon wasn’t bullshitting. He wouldn’t break. What can we do that hell hasn’t done?
Jace stilled.
Morgan spared a swift glance for the vampires. Men. Women. Their gazes were determined, their bodies tense. They understood what she meant. They were ready. She licked her lips and offered, “We can drink from him.”
The demon’s bellow shook the mansion, and she knew that they had the bastard. You won’t talk. Fine. “We don’t need you to talk,” she said as she crept closer to him.
“We just need you to bleed.”
Time to sample the demon’s memories.
Jace blocked her path. “This is a shitty plan.”
She smiled at him. “It’s a plan that will work. You know we pull memories with the bite.”
“Yeah, but just what else will happen when you bite him? You ever had demon blood?”
No. “Never had the pleasure,” she said and saw the demon tense.
“It could be poison. It could fry you from the inside out. It could—”
“I’d never had werewolf blood until I tasted you.”
That stopped him. Only for a moment. “Yeah, princess, but we all know that once you go wolf, you don’t go back.”
And there, when she shouldn’t have, when it was the wrong time and the wrong place, she laughed.
Jace froze. Then he squeezed his eyes shut. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” What was her wolf talking about now?
His eyes opened and a muscle flexed along his jaw. “You aren’t tasting him.” He pointed to the vamps behind them. “One of those
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