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“Were you examining his cock because you suddenly decided you were in the market for erotic piercings, darling? If so, I would have modeled some for you. I’m a much better subject.”
“So, it isn’t true?” Michael persisted. Ian gave him a tolerant look. “Mate, if it were, would I be drinking all by myself in a place like this?” Yes! I silently screamed. Because you’re trying to be the first vampire to kill another vampire from sheer stress alone!
Ian eyed them as he set his empty shot glass down. “Wouldn’t come any closer if I were you, mates.” Michael’s brows rose. “Why is that?” Ian smiled with luxuriant menace. “Because you won’t like what I’ll do. Moreover, from her scent, my wife is already brassed off, and you do not want to meet her when she’s angry.”
“She’s a real bitch,” I muttered. Ian gave me a wary look. “Who?” “Karma. Has to be a woman. Nothing else is that vicious, patient, or effective.”
“Family,” he said in a conversational tone. “Can’t live with ’em, can’t kill ’em unless you really, really mean it.”
“Whatever else it is, the horn’s also a power amplifier. Felt it making me stronger the moment I woke up with it. Then it bashed down the walls in my mind. Thought my head would explode again when all the memories came rushing back, but it didn’t. Maybe the horn protected me, but either way, for the past several hours, I’ve remembered every secret we shared, each moment in each other’s arms, all the promises we made and the last words I said, all while knowing that you left me naked in a bloody whorehouse!”
He closed the space I’d put between us. “Not ‘could.’ I didn’t chase you all over God’s green earth before branding myself a married man in front of the whole bloody vampire council because I could have loved you. I did it because my actual last words were ‘should have told you I loved you.’”
“Whether you’re Veritas the Law Guardian, Ariel the vampire-witch, or Death’s scary demigod daughter. Doesn’t matter. In all your forms, in every manifestation of yourself, I love you.”
We all need an Ian in our lives
“It should upset you more that I lived in a world that forced me to hide what I was,” I replied. “I was born different, but that doesn’t mean I was born wrong. No one is. What’s wrong are the laws that make people like me hide what we are because others are too bigoted or too afraid to let us live in peace.”
