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“Are you serious? You’re taking me in to vampire jail?” I’d been a model citizen my entire life, I’d never so much as littered before, and now I was going to jail for something completely out of my control?
“I guess you could put it that way. I’m sure you’ll prefer that to the alternative.”
“Which is?”
“Unlicensed breeding is punishable by death.” His lips compressed into a grim line .
“To the breeder or the breedee?” He didn’t reply, and I had my answer when he couldn’t meet my gaze. “ Do you think that I could maybe get dressed first? ” I g ave him a tremulous smile .
“Of course,” he nodded succinctly, stepping away from the door.
“I’ll be right back.” As I squeezed past him in the tight quarters, I prayed he didn’t have any vampire mind reading powers, because I had no intention of coming right back. Once inside the sanctuary of my bedroom, I pulled on the nearest clothes I could lay my hands on, hardly caring if my shoes matched. All I knew was, if I went with him, I’d end up dead . W ell , deader.
Fully dressed, but without the convenience of my purse or cellphone that sat out on the coffee table, I painstakingly eased up my window, not wanting to draw his attention. The ground below looked impossibly far away, but in theory I should be able to survive falling three stories, right? Like it or not, I was a vampire now, it was time to start using it to my advantage. Swinging my legs out over the windowsill, I jumped for my life.
Chapter Six
Bishop had no idea what he was doing. It was not a normal thing for him, not by a long shot. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone so far off book. It was supposed to be a routine call. Check the girl’s papers, fine her Sire for letting her turn up in the morgue pronounced as dead , and do what he did best - scare the hell out of him to keep him from ever getting sloppy like that again. So why was he standing in her living room holding her purse while she made herself pretty?
He wasn’t used to letting a slip of a girl wind him around her little finger , b ut there was something about her… W hen she first opened the door the night before, she’d knocked hi m speechless. For a moment he almost thought he was seeing Carys again after so many years .
She wasn’t, of course. They had the same long, golden hair, the same heart shaped face and her innocent, blue eyes were close. But her mouth was wrong , the lips too full, her smile too hesitant. Not that there was anything wrong with the girl’s lips… why was he thinking about her lips again?
The Order always came first. He’d pledged his life too many years ago to count. For endless nights he’d upheld the laws, meting out justice as he saw fit. Bishop was more successful at it than most , because while he didn’t have a love of violence, he recognized when it needed to be used without anger . He understood just how much pressure to apply. So while his first instinct was to try and protect Anja, his sense of duty led him to do the right thing. She had to be taken into custody. Let one go and you set a dangerous precedent . W asn’t that how he’d been trained? And if it became necessary to close those pretty, blue eyes forever? He would deal with it when the time came.
Speaking of time, he’d been more than generous in allowing her time to change into dry clothing. It wasn’t as if she could catch a chill now, and where she was going there wasn’t any need for fancy preparations.
Bishop set down her bag, approaching the bedroom door with a brief knock. “ Miss Evans? I don’t mean to be rude, but do you think you could hurry it up? ” Nothing but silence greeted his ears, and he frowned as he rapped again. “ Miss Evans? ”
Instead of her meek little voice asking for more time as he half expected, his ears picked up
“Are you serious? You’re taking me in to vampire jail?” I’d been a model citizen my entire life, I’d never so much as littered before, and now I was going to jail for something completely out of my control?
“I guess you could put it that way. I’m sure you’ll prefer that to the alternative.”
“Which is?”
“Unlicensed breeding is punishable by death.” His lips compressed into a grim line .
“To the breeder or the breedee?” He didn’t reply, and I had my answer when he couldn’t meet my gaze. “ Do you think that I could maybe get dressed first? ” I g ave him a tremulous smile .
“Of course,” he nodded succinctly, stepping away from the door.
“I’ll be right back.” As I squeezed past him in the tight quarters, I prayed he didn’t have any vampire mind reading powers, because I had no intention of coming right back. Once inside the sanctuary of my bedroom, I pulled on the nearest clothes I could lay my hands on, hardly caring if my shoes matched. All I knew was, if I went with him, I’d end up dead . W ell , deader.
Fully dressed, but without the convenience of my purse or cellphone that sat out on the coffee table, I painstakingly eased up my window, not wanting to draw his attention. The ground below looked impossibly far away, but in theory I should be able to survive falling three stories, right? Like it or not, I was a vampire now, it was time to start using it to my advantage. Swinging my legs out over the windowsill, I jumped for my life.
Chapter Six
Bishop had no idea what he was doing. It was not a normal thing for him, not by a long shot. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone so far off book. It was supposed to be a routine call. Check the girl’s papers, fine her Sire for letting her turn up in the morgue pronounced as dead , and do what he did best - scare the hell out of him to keep him from ever getting sloppy like that again. So why was he standing in her living room holding her purse while she made herself pretty?
He wasn’t used to letting a slip of a girl wind him around her little finger , b ut there was something about her… W hen she first opened the door the night before, she’d knocked hi m speechless. For a moment he almost thought he was seeing Carys again after so many years .
She wasn’t, of course. They had the same long, golden hair, the same heart shaped face and her innocent, blue eyes were close. But her mouth was wrong , the lips too full, her smile too hesitant. Not that there was anything wrong with the girl’s lips… why was he thinking about her lips again?
The Order always came first. He’d pledged his life too many years ago to count. For endless nights he’d upheld the laws, meting out justice as he saw fit. Bishop was more successful at it than most , because while he didn’t have a love of violence, he recognized when it needed to be used without anger . He understood just how much pressure to apply. So while his first instinct was to try and protect Anja, his sense of duty led him to do the right thing. She had to be taken into custody. Let one go and you set a dangerous precedent . W asn’t that how he’d been trained? And if it became necessary to close those pretty, blue eyes forever? He would deal with it when the time came.
Speaking of time, he’d been more than generous in allowing her time to change into dry clothing. It wasn’t as if she could catch a chill now, and where she was going there wasn’t any need for fancy preparations.
Bishop set down her bag, approaching the bedroom door with a brief knock. “ Miss Evans? I don’t mean to be rude, but do you think you could hurry it up? ” Nothing but silence greeted his ears, and he frowned as he rapped again. “ Miss Evans? ”
Instead of her meek little voice asking for more time as he half expected, his ears picked up
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