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Authors: Shannon McKenna
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as his coach. His intention had been to force her to open Lydia’s safe and then dispose of her.
Then he saw her with his own eyes, at their first training session.
Her sig made his mouth water. And he, with his visual mods, was the only man on earth who could truly appreciate it. She was meant for him.
He’d changed his original plan. Organized a scenario that would explain away Bishop’s disappearance. Framing people was an art form, and he excelled at it.
He’d done all four of the training sessions. He’d asked her out, called her, emailed her, texted her. Dreamed of wallowing in that luxurious haze of shifting colors as he fucked her. Drinking them up.
And after a few drinks and a few coffee dates, the dumb bitch had run away. It must have been seeing that fucking sapphire brooch along with all the other jewel-encrusted crap he’d intended to shove into his new GodsEye safe and forget about. The damn thing had gotten too much press. She’d recognized the piece, and panicked.
She had dared to judge him. She had no fucking idea.
“Joey is innocent. Let him live.” Kitteridge was pleading again.
The man’s quivering voice spiked Mark’s rage. He had to release it or he’d explode.
Over the years, he’d developed tricks that were unique to him, as far as he knew. Siphoning was his favorite. It left no trace. Just a dead body with no outward signs of violence. And it was intensely pleasurable to him. He hadn’t had a really good one since Dex Boyd. It had been a long time since then.
The teenager was obviously preferable to his grandfather. Mark kneeled and pressed his mouth to the younger man’s throat, pinning him to the ground. Joseph arched, bucking under Mark’s weight.
He’d synced to Joseph’s vital energy and started to suck the boy’s light greedily into his own body. Joseph writhed but there was no escape. Mark didn’t break the skin or rupture a single capillary, but on some level the boy knew he was doomed.
Mark faintly heard the general trying to bargain, offering himself, then at the end, hoarsely screaming. He paid no attention. Once Mark started siphoning he never stopped until he was done.
When he lifted his head, Joseph’s light was out. Mark had taken it all.
A glance at the general showed him slumped forward, still tied to the stool, no longer breathing. The shock and horror of what he’d witnessed had stopped his heart.
A good night’s work. He’d taken out an Obsidian insider, gotten into one of the main vaults for the weapons stash, and replenished his energy. No need to remove the corpses.
Mark hoisted Lydia’s safe into the truck and drove into the darkness, dreaming of the rush he’d get when he siphoned Caroline.
Chapter 6
Noah Gallagher flicked the lever on the door lock of his conference room. Finally, alone with him. The look in his eyes made her quiver with excitement.
He approached her, stripping off his jacket and tossing it away. Trapping her between his big body and the conference room table.
The cool edge of that hard slab of polished wood pressed her back.
She gasped as he hoisted her up and perched her ass on the table. He gathered up armfuls of her purple and lavender veils, pushing the sheer stuff up to her waist.
Cool air hit her bare thighs. She realized suddenly that she was naked. His eyes flicked up to meet hers. His knowing grin said that he saw all her secret desires. He knew them like he knew his own, and he meant to satisfy every one. He was inside her mind somehow, making her hot, making her mad, making her melt.
He pressed her legs wide, staring down with hungry fascination, and jerked open his belt—
The ringtone buzzing in her coat pocket snapped Caro out of it. The lurch and sway of the nearly empty bus, the blur of traffic lights and neon signs outside the rain-streaked window replaced the intensely vivid fantasy that had filled her mind.
She pulled the phone out, still addled by her fantasy. Her boss at
Then he saw her with his own eyes, at their first training session.
Her sig made his mouth water. And he, with his visual mods, was the only man on earth who could truly appreciate it. She was meant for him.
He’d changed his original plan. Organized a scenario that would explain away Bishop’s disappearance. Framing people was an art form, and he excelled at it.
He’d done all four of the training sessions. He’d asked her out, called her, emailed her, texted her. Dreamed of wallowing in that luxurious haze of shifting colors as he fucked her. Drinking them up.
And after a few drinks and a few coffee dates, the dumb bitch had run away. It must have been seeing that fucking sapphire brooch along with all the other jewel-encrusted crap he’d intended to shove into his new GodsEye safe and forget about. The damn thing had gotten too much press. She’d recognized the piece, and panicked.
She had dared to judge him. She had no fucking idea.
“Joey is innocent. Let him live.” Kitteridge was pleading again.
The man’s quivering voice spiked Mark’s rage. He had to release it or he’d explode.
Over the years, he’d developed tricks that were unique to him, as far as he knew. Siphoning was his favorite. It left no trace. Just a dead body with no outward signs of violence. And it was intensely pleasurable to him. He hadn’t had a really good one since Dex Boyd. It had been a long time since then.
The teenager was obviously preferable to his grandfather. Mark kneeled and pressed his mouth to the younger man’s throat, pinning him to the ground. Joseph arched, bucking under Mark’s weight.
He’d synced to Joseph’s vital energy and started to suck the boy’s light greedily into his own body. Joseph writhed but there was no escape. Mark didn’t break the skin or rupture a single capillary, but on some level the boy knew he was doomed.
Mark faintly heard the general trying to bargain, offering himself, then at the end, hoarsely screaming. He paid no attention. Once Mark started siphoning he never stopped until he was done.
When he lifted his head, Joseph’s light was out. Mark had taken it all.
A glance at the general showed him slumped forward, still tied to the stool, no longer breathing. The shock and horror of what he’d witnessed had stopped his heart.
A good night’s work. He’d taken out an Obsidian insider, gotten into one of the main vaults for the weapons stash, and replenished his energy. No need to remove the corpses.
Mark hoisted Lydia’s safe into the truck and drove into the darkness, dreaming of the rush he’d get when he siphoned Caroline.
Chapter 6
Noah Gallagher flicked the lever on the door lock of his conference room. Finally, alone with him. The look in his eyes made her quiver with excitement.
He approached her, stripping off his jacket and tossing it away. Trapping her between his big body and the conference room table.
The cool edge of that hard slab of polished wood pressed her back.
She gasped as he hoisted her up and perched her ass on the table. He gathered up armfuls of her purple and lavender veils, pushing the sheer stuff up to her waist.
Cool air hit her bare thighs. She realized suddenly that she was naked. His eyes flicked up to meet hers. His knowing grin said that he saw all her secret desires. He knew them like he knew his own, and he meant to satisfy every one. He was inside her mind somehow, making her hot, making her mad, making her melt.
He pressed her legs wide, staring down with hungry fascination, and jerked open his belt—
The ringtone buzzing in her coat pocket snapped Caro out of it. The lurch and sway of the nearly empty bus, the blur of traffic lights and neon signs outside the rain-streaked window replaced the intensely vivid fantasy that had filled her mind.
She pulled the phone out, still addled by her fantasy. Her boss at
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