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“Fuck, it stinks down here,” Orina said. We sloshed through inches of shit water. “Breathe through your mouth.”
“Yes, let’s taste the shit particles, shall we?” I bit back a smile. “You didn’t have to come with me.” “What? And miss out on some vamp slaying? Like hell. You know I hate suckers.”
Aside from the fact that this tunnel wasn’t on the maps, it was also unlit by the anemic strip lighting that illuminated the mapped sections of the sewers. I pulled glow sticks from the thigh pocket of my cargo pants, then cracked and shook them to life before looping one around each wrist. I handed two to Orina. She smirked and drew her sword from the holster at her back. It glowed softly, casting enough illumination to make my puny glow sticks redundant. Not everyone got gifted a magical sword by their employer. “Show-off.”
Orina’s sword glowed brighter, the light pulsating. She froze and my heart leapt into my mouth. I locked gazes with her, blood pulsing in my head, because her sword only glowed like that for one reason. When a cold one was nearby. “It can’t be,” Orina whisper-hissed. “Your sword begs to differ.”
Which meant no backup. “We’re talking a double whammy here, babe. Sucker rats and cold ones. It’s a suicide mission for just the two of us.” I mean we were fast, skilled, lethal, but we were also sane.
The final sucker backed away toward the hole in the wall. I canted my head and pointed my dagger at him. “Don’t even think about it. You run and I will chase you, and when I catch you, I’ll gut you and pull out your entrails before I cut off your head.” One of the humans whimpered. Shit, I needed to hold back on the graphic descriptions—there were kids present, and parents may have covered eyes, but ears were still flapping. The sucker rat looked torn.
Funny how emotions could oscillate between gung-ho and fuck, I might just shit my pants. But I wasn’t a shitting my pants kind of gal, so this was a new feeling for me. I’d give myself a pass, though, because if I didn’t get flashes of fear and doubt in this situation, it would probably mean I was a psychopath, in which case, would I even be having this internal monologue with myself?
“Everyone is ancient.” “Which is why most of them are slightly unhinged.”
“Being owned doesn’t have to be ugly, or bad.” He leaned in, his sweet breath like nectar to my senses. “It can be like letting someone scratch an itch that you didn’t know was there.” His eyes were deep and filled with promise… dark, inky pupils… “It can be freeing to let someone else take control and give you all the things you never allowed yourself to admit you craved.”
Artimus’s gaze fell on me, heat and longing blooming in his eyes. Whoa, how had he gone from cool as a cucumber to give me your body now in a matter of seconds?
Chesra raked me over and pursed her lips. “Well, let’s get a look at you. Let’s see what Duke Zepar sees in you, shall we? Strong
physique, pretty in your own way. Mouthy?” She narrowed her eyes and pushed her head forward, waiting for a response. “I call it having an opinion.” Her face broke into a smile. “Yes, yes, I suppose it can be called that.
I bit back a cry and grit my teeth as his tongue cut a hot path up the side of my neck. My stomach tightened, heat blooming between my thighs. He licked me again and nuzzled the spot below my ear, inhaling my scent. My body reacted like a wanton hussy.
“Nyx, will you allow Ignatius to heal you,” Nugen asked. “Yes, dammit.” “It involves skin-on-skin contact,” Zepar ground out, eyes flashing. My gaze flew to Ignatius, who stood by the door, arms crossed, expression unreadable. “I’m no shrinking violet, Zepar, take off my damn clothes and get this done.”
He settled on the bed beside me and carefully peeled the remnants of my dress from my body, leaving me naked except for my knickers. Someone sucked in a sharp breath.
“Like you haven’t seen tits before. Just fix me.” My plea was now a glare of command.
“Chase!” I climbed out of bed and fell to my knees to give him a cuddle. “I missed your soppy face.” Okay, so his face was far from soppy, he had an I will tear you to shreds and eat your entrails kinda face but his huge brown eyes were always soppy and filled with love for me.
“They said not all of us would survive this,” Tristeene pointed out. “So far we haven’t been thrown in any real danger. Unless you
call my hair frizzing up and threatening to blind me dangerous.” She pushed her frizzy locks back off her face. “I think I’ve sweated half my body weight,” Mallini said. “My vision keeps blurring,” Gus added. “My balls are hot,” Keelan said. Silence fell and was broken by Veena’s manic giggle. “What?” Keelan snapped. “I thought we were sharing.” I patted his bicep. “Too much information, big guy.”
