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didn’t have to. She was doing that all by herself.
“What’s it mean that it’s hot?” she asked again.
Staring down at the slate, my stomach cramped with grief and anger and helplessness. “The heat means it’s been used. In a very bad way.”
I pulled out my satellite phone. If there was any hope of fixing this, I knew I couldn’t do it alone.
Zhan stepped closer and gripped my arm. “Where is she?”
“She could be anywhere, or nowhere. She went into the ley line.”
CHAPTER TEN
N aked in the dark, Goliath awakened to life with a scream.
He wasn’t alone; he could detect the heat of a fully alive body in the room with him. His own body was cold, having lain dead and uncovered for hours. As his heart shuddered into rhythm the thick blood pumped through his veins, thinning more with each beat.
“Light,” he groaned.
A lighter clicked and the flame flickered over candlewick. An amber glow filled the modest chamber.
The Offerling waiting to feed him was a transplant from the previous Cleveland haven that had belonged to Heldridge. She was beautiful, with perfectly proportioned features and skin so black she was nearly lost to the dark. Her eyes were a bright, pale brown and her lips had a hint of pink.
“Sil,” he said. Heldridge had called her Silhouette, but she’d said she liked the shortened name better.
Sil had caught his eye during the reclaiming ceremony with Menessos. He would have to perform that same ritual on every member of the haven. Marking them and bonding with them would make him stronger, but it would be exhausting initially.
Hunger clenched his stomach and he put aside all other thoughts. Rising from his bed, he reached out and put his hand to her cheek, marveling at the contrast ofhis ghostly pale skin against the inky darkness of hers. He indicated with his touch that he wanted her to come to him.
She rose. She was unclothed and he pulled her close, breathing the smell of juniper deep into his lungs.
It was a familiar scent.
Lorrie .
At the thought of her name, memories flooded back. The wærewolf had been timid but eager in his bed. She’d feared the strength her beast afforded her, but he’d reassured her and won her over. He’d even been good to her daughter, Beverley. Lorrie had once said she found in him a man she couldn’t hurt. He’d found a woman who understood pain and loss, who carried doubt and fear, but kept going regardless. He’d found a woman who saw his flaws and loved him in spite of them.
He’d bought her perfumes, lotions, and soaps made with juniper.
Hunger mixed with desire. He knew he could not have again what they had, but he wanted to mingle blood and feeding and sex again.
Taking Sil by the arms, he practically threw her onto the bed, following her down. Atop her, he kissed her neck and ran his hands all over her body. Her ebony skin was smooth under his hands, under his lips, and when he pierced the vein, she whispered, “Yes.”
Her flavor was rich and fine. She tasted like strength.
With a firm grip, he opened her legs. She did not resist. He continued sucking at her neck, flicking his tongue over the openings his teeth had made, and letting his fingers explore other openings. She arched her back as he touched her inside, and she moaned wantonly, welcomingly.
Goliath pushed his torso up and pressed his erection against her. A drop of her blood ran down his chin. Sil reached up and caught it with her finger, then wiped it across her lips. He bent down and licked her lips as he pushed his cock into her.
Remembering Lorrie, grieving for her, and letting her go, Goliath made love to Sil furiously. She had to put her hands against the headboard to keep his thrusts from shoving her across the mattress.
When he was spent and she was thrice satisfied, Goliath lay wrapped in and around Silhouette as if they were yin and yang.
• • •
Ailo awoke gently, sweetly, from her daytime death.
Then she sat up with a start, clutching at
“What’s it mean that it’s hot?” she asked again.
Staring down at the slate, my stomach cramped with grief and anger and helplessness. “The heat means it’s been used. In a very bad way.”
I pulled out my satellite phone. If there was any hope of fixing this, I knew I couldn’t do it alone.
Zhan stepped closer and gripped my arm. “Where is she?”
“She could be anywhere, or nowhere. She went into the ley line.”
CHAPTER TEN
N aked in the dark, Goliath awakened to life with a scream.
He wasn’t alone; he could detect the heat of a fully alive body in the room with him. His own body was cold, having lain dead and uncovered for hours. As his heart shuddered into rhythm the thick blood pumped through his veins, thinning more with each beat.
“Light,” he groaned.
A lighter clicked and the flame flickered over candlewick. An amber glow filled the modest chamber.
The Offerling waiting to feed him was a transplant from the previous Cleveland haven that had belonged to Heldridge. She was beautiful, with perfectly proportioned features and skin so black she was nearly lost to the dark. Her eyes were a bright, pale brown and her lips had a hint of pink.
“Sil,” he said. Heldridge had called her Silhouette, but she’d said she liked the shortened name better.
Sil had caught his eye during the reclaiming ceremony with Menessos. He would have to perform that same ritual on every member of the haven. Marking them and bonding with them would make him stronger, but it would be exhausting initially.
Hunger clenched his stomach and he put aside all other thoughts. Rising from his bed, he reached out and put his hand to her cheek, marveling at the contrast ofhis ghostly pale skin against the inky darkness of hers. He indicated with his touch that he wanted her to come to him.
She rose. She was unclothed and he pulled her close, breathing the smell of juniper deep into his lungs.
It was a familiar scent.
Lorrie .
At the thought of her name, memories flooded back. The wærewolf had been timid but eager in his bed. She’d feared the strength her beast afforded her, but he’d reassured her and won her over. He’d even been good to her daughter, Beverley. Lorrie had once said she found in him a man she couldn’t hurt. He’d found a woman who understood pain and loss, who carried doubt and fear, but kept going regardless. He’d found a woman who saw his flaws and loved him in spite of them.
He’d bought her perfumes, lotions, and soaps made with juniper.
Hunger mixed with desire. He knew he could not have again what they had, but he wanted to mingle blood and feeding and sex again.
Taking Sil by the arms, he practically threw her onto the bed, following her down. Atop her, he kissed her neck and ran his hands all over her body. Her ebony skin was smooth under his hands, under his lips, and when he pierced the vein, she whispered, “Yes.”
Her flavor was rich and fine. She tasted like strength.
With a firm grip, he opened her legs. She did not resist. He continued sucking at her neck, flicking his tongue over the openings his teeth had made, and letting his fingers explore other openings. She arched her back as he touched her inside, and she moaned wantonly, welcomingly.
Goliath pushed his torso up and pressed his erection against her. A drop of her blood ran down his chin. Sil reached up and caught it with her finger, then wiped it across her lips. He bent down and licked her lips as he pushed his cock into her.
Remembering Lorrie, grieving for her, and letting her go, Goliath made love to Sil furiously. She had to put her hands against the headboard to keep his thrusts from shoving her across the mattress.
When he was spent and she was thrice satisfied, Goliath lay wrapped in and around Silhouette as if they were yin and yang.
• • •
Ailo awoke gently, sweetly, from her daytime death.
Then she sat up with a start, clutching at
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