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pants were gone in another blur, as was his shirt, until there was nothing separating her skin from his.
He grabbed her hips and arched forward, his mind exploding at the squeeze of her flesh as he thrust into her. Oh God, oh yes! He kissed her again, bracing his legs against the chair across from him, moving deep and fast within her. Elise rocked with him, gripping him so tightly it almost hurt—but he never wanted to end.
He held her, moving faster, knowing this would be the closest he ever came to heaven.
The whistle at the station sounded like a death knell to Elise. She gripped Blake’s hand. If it were possible for vampires to throw up, she would have gotten sick as the train ground to a halt.
“Salt Lake City,” the attendant cheerfully called out.
Blake squeezed her hand. “It’s okay,” he said, and squared his shoulders.
I won’t cry, Elise promised herself. If he can be this brave, so can I.
She didn’t feel brave, though. She felt like silver was spearing her through the heart. How she’d ever get through the day, she had no idea.
Last night, she’d cast about for any other option than Blake’s death. Turning Blake into a vampire wouldn’t work, Mencheres reminded her when she brought that up. Changing Blake into a vampire required that he be drained of blood until he was almost dead. Then, still clinging to life, Blake would drink Elise’s blood, which would trigger his undeath. Since natural death didn’t happen, becoming a vampire wouldn’t force the demon out. No, it would mean Xaphan would have a back door into possessing a vampire instead. With Blake as a possessed vampire, who knew what new horrors Xaphan could wreak? They’d be handing the demon more power than he’d ever dreamed.
I won’t let the demon free, he’d stated flatly. Mencheres had agreed that only human death, without any vampire blood in Blake, could force Xaphan out into the merciless trap of the salt flats.
But without any vampire blood in Blake, his death was irreversible.
They exited the train. Elise kept hold of Blake’s hand because she couldn’t stand not to touch him, but Mencheres’s hand on Blake’s shoulder was for a different reason—to restrain him in case the demon tried to make a run for it again. Xaphan had taken over Blake last night, going ballistic and trashing the interior of the cabin before Mencheres stilled him. Elise had to green-eye the train workers so they didn’t call the police at the disturbance. You’ll all die tomorrow, Xaphan had spat before crawling back into whatever hole he’d burrowed inside Blake. No, they hadn’t heard the last from Xaphan.
Elise didn’t know what the demon had in store for them, but she knew he wouldn’t go gently into that good night. Still, Xaphan wasn’t scaring her with his threats. He was just solidifying her resolve to do anything to make sure Blake had his victory over the demon. If Blake was willing to die for that, so was she.
Mencheres had two vehicles waiting for them in the parking garage. One was a regular four-door sedan, but the other was a large van. Elise’s heart clenched at the thought of loading Blake’s body into the van afterward. At least he wouldn’t be stuffed into a trunk. That indignity she couldn’t stand.
“Wait a few days until you mail my letters,” Blake said to her quietly. He’d written to his family, apologizing for what they thought he’d done and telling them he loved them.
“All right.”
She didn’t tell Blake that she had no intention of mailing those letters. She’d deliver them in person and make sure, with all her inhuman power, that they didn’t think less of the amazing man walking next to her.
Mencheres stopped by the van. “I’ll drive this one,” he stated. “You and Blake follow me in the car.”
Elise didn’t move. No, no, was running through her mind in a roar. Blake leaned down and, very
He grabbed her hips and arched forward, his mind exploding at the squeeze of her flesh as he thrust into her. Oh God, oh yes! He kissed her again, bracing his legs against the chair across from him, moving deep and fast within her. Elise rocked with him, gripping him so tightly it almost hurt—but he never wanted to end.
He held her, moving faster, knowing this would be the closest he ever came to heaven.
The whistle at the station sounded like a death knell to Elise. She gripped Blake’s hand. If it were possible for vampires to throw up, she would have gotten sick as the train ground to a halt.
“Salt Lake City,” the attendant cheerfully called out.
Blake squeezed her hand. “It’s okay,” he said, and squared his shoulders.
I won’t cry, Elise promised herself. If he can be this brave, so can I.
She didn’t feel brave, though. She felt like silver was spearing her through the heart. How she’d ever get through the day, she had no idea.
Last night, she’d cast about for any other option than Blake’s death. Turning Blake into a vampire wouldn’t work, Mencheres reminded her when she brought that up. Changing Blake into a vampire required that he be drained of blood until he was almost dead. Then, still clinging to life, Blake would drink Elise’s blood, which would trigger his undeath. Since natural death didn’t happen, becoming a vampire wouldn’t force the demon out. No, it would mean Xaphan would have a back door into possessing a vampire instead. With Blake as a possessed vampire, who knew what new horrors Xaphan could wreak? They’d be handing the demon more power than he’d ever dreamed.
I won’t let the demon free, he’d stated flatly. Mencheres had agreed that only human death, without any vampire blood in Blake, could force Xaphan out into the merciless trap of the salt flats.
But without any vampire blood in Blake, his death was irreversible.
They exited the train. Elise kept hold of Blake’s hand because she couldn’t stand not to touch him, but Mencheres’s hand on Blake’s shoulder was for a different reason—to restrain him in case the demon tried to make a run for it again. Xaphan had taken over Blake last night, going ballistic and trashing the interior of the cabin before Mencheres stilled him. Elise had to green-eye the train workers so they didn’t call the police at the disturbance. You’ll all die tomorrow, Xaphan had spat before crawling back into whatever hole he’d burrowed inside Blake. No, they hadn’t heard the last from Xaphan.
Elise didn’t know what the demon had in store for them, but she knew he wouldn’t go gently into that good night. Still, Xaphan wasn’t scaring her with his threats. He was just solidifying her resolve to do anything to make sure Blake had his victory over the demon. If Blake was willing to die for that, so was she.
Mencheres had two vehicles waiting for them in the parking garage. One was a regular four-door sedan, but the other was a large van. Elise’s heart clenched at the thought of loading Blake’s body into the van afterward. At least he wouldn’t be stuffed into a trunk. That indignity she couldn’t stand.
“Wait a few days until you mail my letters,” Blake said to her quietly. He’d written to his family, apologizing for what they thought he’d done and telling them he loved them.
“All right.”
She didn’t tell Blake that she had no intention of mailing those letters. She’d deliver them in person and make sure, with all her inhuman power, that they didn’t think less of the amazing man walking next to her.
Mencheres stopped by the van. “I’ll drive this one,” he stated. “You and Blake follow me in the car.”
Elise didn’t move. No, no, was running through her mind in a roar. Blake leaned down and, very
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