Promised in Blood (Broken Bloodlines, #2)

by Sadie Kincaid

My instincts are rarely wrong, and they are telling me that she is every bit as trustworthy as Ophelia and Enora believe her to be. “Good girl.” Ophelia scowls at me, and her unguarded reaction reminds me to be more cautious with my choice of words. I am unaccustomed to dealing with jealous lovers as I have never tolerated such behavior from those I took to my bed. It is a surprise for me to realize that I am not annoyed by her display of such a primitive emotion. Rather, I am quite pleased.

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“As adorable as it is to see your little fists balled with rage, you have no reason to harbor such petty jealousies.” Her throat works like she is ready to speak, no doubt to come back with some feisty retort, but I squeeze my hand and cut her off. “I have lived for over two thousand years, Ophelia. I have enjoyed many pleasures of the flesh. I have bedded at least half the faculty of this university, but all of it was merely in pursuit of momentary pleasure. I have only ever bonded to one woman before you. She grew three of my children in her womb, but still nothing compares to the feelings I have for you. Our bond is unique. Not just with me, with all of us. No one will ever take your place, agápi mou. And the sooner you realize that, the easier all our lives will be.”

I am sure she would love whatever surprise you have planned for her.” I picture the kitchen filled with pink girly unicorn shit and a giant sickly sweet cake, all for her—and Kai. She’s gonna fucking love it. “I was thinking a party. We only have a few hours to pull it together, but some cake and some balloons should do it, right?” “A congratulations-you-are-allowed-to-orgasm party?” he asks, and I am sure I see the hint of a smirk on his lips. “Can’t think of a better way to celebrate.”

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The moment we share is so much more than the simple act of fucking. It is the life-affirming, eternally beautiful reunion of two halves of the same soul. A soul forged from the atoms of the universe billions of years ago, when the world was still blinking its newborn eyes at the first sun. I have surely loved her before, and I will find and love her through every incarnation until the end of time itself.