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Cliff's Descent
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“You need to add a quiet room down here," Bastien drawled.
Yes, they did.
"Why?" Chris asked. "For interrogation purposes?"
"Okay," Bastien replied, voice bland.
A moment passed. Then..."Oh hell no," Reordon blurted. "I am not spending tens of thousands of dollars to soundproof a room down here so you two can have sex without the vampires hearing you."
"You want the vampires to hear us?"
Cliff and the other vampires laughed.
"No," Chris sputtered. "I mean, I don't want you having sex! Not while you're both on the clock. Melanie is supposed to be working-"
"She is." Bastien defended her, an edge entering his voice. "Long hours."
"And you are supposed to be serving as guard. Seven vampires live across the hallway. What are you going to do if a couple of them have psychotic breaks and try to escape while you two are having a quickie?"
"Chase them down bare-ass naked and give the human guards an eyeful."
That was one hell of an incentive not to escape.
"I don't know about you," one fo the new vamps said in his apartment down the hallway, "but I'm pretty sure even total mind-fuck madness wouldn't make me risk that guy chasing me down and tackling me while he's naked and has a hard-on.”
― Cliff's Descent
Yes, they did.
"Why?" Chris asked. "For interrogation purposes?"
"Okay," Bastien replied, voice bland.
A moment passed. Then..."Oh hell no," Reordon blurted. "I am not spending tens of thousands of dollars to soundproof a room down here so you two can have sex without the vampires hearing you."
"You want the vampires to hear us?"
Cliff and the other vampires laughed.
"No," Chris sputtered. "I mean, I don't want you having sex! Not while you're both on the clock. Melanie is supposed to be working-"
"She is." Bastien defended her, an edge entering his voice. "Long hours."
"And you are supposed to be serving as guard. Seven vampires live across the hallway. What are you going to do if a couple of them have psychotic breaks and try to escape while you two are having a quickie?"
"Chase them down bare-ass naked and give the human guards an eyeful."
That was one hell of an incentive not to escape.
"I don't know about you," one fo the new vamps said in his apartment down the hallway, "but I'm pretty sure even total mind-fuck madness wouldn't make me risk that guy chasing me down and tackling me while he's naked and has a hard-on.”
― Cliff's Descent
“Bastien passed him the duffel. “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Cliff looped the strap over his shoulder. “Is there anything you wouldn’t do?”
“Hmm. Good point. Have fun then.”
― Cliff's Descent
Cliff looped the strap over his shoulder. “Is there anything you wouldn’t do?”
“Hmm. Good point. Have fun then.”
― Cliff's Descent
“Cliff? What is it?”
A huge smile dawned. “The voices.”
“What about them?”
“They’re gone.”
Confusion rose. “I thought hunting quieted the voices.”
He shook his head. “Hunting just lowers the volume, which really helps. But you…” He stroked her face, the love and happiness that shone in his eyes piercing her heart. “You eradicated them, Emma. They’re completely quiet now.”
And she’d thought she couldn’t love him more.
“Wow,” she teased. “I must really be good in bed.”
He barked out a laugh. “You are. You definitely are.”
― Cliff's Descent
A huge smile dawned. “The voices.”
“What about them?”
“They’re gone.”
Confusion rose. “I thought hunting quieted the voices.”
He shook his head. “Hunting just lowers the volume, which really helps. But you…” He stroked her face, the love and happiness that shone in his eyes piercing her heart. “You eradicated them, Emma. They’re completely quiet now.”
And she’d thought she couldn’t love him more.
“Wow,” she teased. “I must really be good in bed.”
He barked out a laugh. “You are. You definitely are.”
― Cliff's Descent
“Emma’s eyes widened. And when she opened the front door and stepped out onto her porch, the look of baffled astonishment on her face made him grin. “Hi, beautiful,” he called, buck naked in the moonlight.
Mouth hanging open, she shook her head. “What… is happening? Are the voices telling you to streak now?” she asked incredulously.
Cliff burst out laughing.”
― Cliff's Descent
Mouth hanging open, she shook her head. “What… is happening? Are the voices telling you to streak now?” she asked incredulously.
Cliff burst out laughing.”
― Cliff's Descent
“Emma settled herself sideways on his lap and pulled his arms around her. “You’re strong, Cliff.” She held out an arm, flexed her biceps in an exaggerated show of muscle, and arched a brow. “I’m strong, too.”
His expression lightened. “Yes, you are.”
“Together, we can do anything. We can fight this. We can beat this. Even though you may think it’s futile, we have to give Melanie and the other doctors more time.” She pressed a tender kiss to his lips. “I know it’s hard, honey, and that things may get worse. But I’ll be here to help you through it. All of it.” She kissed him again. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Those eyes of his brightened further as he dipped his head and claimed her lips in a longer, deeper kiss.”
― Cliff's Descent
His expression lightened. “Yes, you are.”
“Together, we can do anything. We can fight this. We can beat this. Even though you may think it’s futile, we have to give Melanie and the other doctors more time.” She pressed a tender kiss to his lips. “I know it’s hard, honey, and that things may get worse. But I’ll be here to help you through it. All of it.” She kissed him again. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Those eyes of his brightened further as he dipped his head and claimed her lips in a longer, deeper kiss.”
― Cliff's Descent
“A loud knock shook her door.
Emma damn near jumped off the sofa. Her neck popped as she jerked her head around to stare at the door with wide eyes. Her heart began to slam against her ribs as fear trickled through her.
Who the hell would be knocking on her door this late at night?
Who the hell would be knocking on her door at any time of day or night?
No one she knew would do so without calling first. And deliverymen and women didn’t drop off packages at freaking midnight.
As quickly and quietly as a mouse, she darted into her bedroom and grabbed the 9mm her father had bought her and trained her to use. Flicking off the safety, she returned to the living room and swung by the coffee table to tuck her phone in her pajama pants pocket in case she needed to call 911. Only then did she cautiously approach the door.
Another knock thundered through the house.
Adrenaline spiking, she peered through the door’s peephole.
Shock rippled through her. “Oh shit,” she whispered. Setting the gun on the coatrack bench beside her, she hastily unlocked the dead bolt, then the knob, and flung open the door.
Cliff stood before her, his big body blocking her view of the yard.
Emma gaped up at him.
He wore the standard blacks of network guards covered with a long black coat similar to that of an Immortal Guardian. His face, neck, and hands were streaked with blood. His clothing glistened with wet patches. And his eyes shone bright amber.
She had never seen them so bright and knew it meant that whatever emotion roiled inside him was intense.
Panic consumed her. “Cliff,” she breathed. Stepping onto the porch, she swiftly glanced around, terrified she might see soldiers in black approaching with weapons raised.
When none materialized, she grabbed his wrist and yanked him inside.
Her hands shook as she closed and bolted the door, her fingers leaving little streaks of blood on the white surface.
Spinning around, she stared up at him. “What happened? Are you hurt?” Her gaze swept over him, noting every wet patch on his clothing, every ruby-red splotch on his skin. Was that his blood or someone else’s? “How did you get here? Are you hurt?” Closing the distance between them, she began to run her hands over his chest in search of wounds.
Cliff grabbed her wrists to halt her frantic movements. His glowing eyes dropped to the points at which they touched. He drew his thumbs over her skin as if to confirm she was real. Then he met her gaze. “I need your shower,” he said, voice gruff.
Heart pounding, she nodded. As soon as he released her, she pointed. “It’s through there.”
Without another word, he strode toward it. His heavy boots thudded loudly in the quiet as he entered the short hallway, then turned in to the bathroom. The door closed. Water began to pound tile.
Emma didn’t move.
Cliff was here. In her home. What the hell had happened?”
― Cliff's Descent
Emma damn near jumped off the sofa. Her neck popped as she jerked her head around to stare at the door with wide eyes. Her heart began to slam against her ribs as fear trickled through her.
Who the hell would be knocking on her door this late at night?
Who the hell would be knocking on her door at any time of day or night?
No one she knew would do so without calling first. And deliverymen and women didn’t drop off packages at freaking midnight.
As quickly and quietly as a mouse, she darted into her bedroom and grabbed the 9mm her father had bought her and trained her to use. Flicking off the safety, she returned to the living room and swung by the coffee table to tuck her phone in her pajama pants pocket in case she needed to call 911. Only then did she cautiously approach the door.
Another knock thundered through the house.
Adrenaline spiking, she peered through the door’s peephole.
Shock rippled through her. “Oh shit,” she whispered. Setting the gun on the coatrack bench beside her, she hastily unlocked the dead bolt, then the knob, and flung open the door.
Cliff stood before her, his big body blocking her view of the yard.
Emma gaped up at him.
He wore the standard blacks of network guards covered with a long black coat similar to that of an Immortal Guardian. His face, neck, and hands were streaked with blood. His clothing glistened with wet patches. And his eyes shone bright amber.
She had never seen them so bright and knew it meant that whatever emotion roiled inside him was intense.
Panic consumed her. “Cliff,” she breathed. Stepping onto the porch, she swiftly glanced around, terrified she might see soldiers in black approaching with weapons raised.
When none materialized, she grabbed his wrist and yanked him inside.
Her hands shook as she closed and bolted the door, her fingers leaving little streaks of blood on the white surface.
Spinning around, she stared up at him. “What happened? Are you hurt?” Her gaze swept over him, noting every wet patch on his clothing, every ruby-red splotch on his skin. Was that his blood or someone else’s? “How did you get here? Are you hurt?” Closing the distance between them, she began to run her hands over his chest in search of wounds.
Cliff grabbed her wrists to halt her frantic movements. His glowing eyes dropped to the points at which they touched. He drew his thumbs over her skin as if to confirm she was real. Then he met her gaze. “I need your shower,” he said, voice gruff.
Heart pounding, she nodded. As soon as he released her, she pointed. “It’s through there.”
Without another word, he strode toward it. His heavy boots thudded loudly in the quiet as he entered the short hallway, then turned in to the bathroom. The door closed. Water began to pound tile.
Emma didn’t move.
Cliff was here. In her home. What the hell had happened?”
― Cliff's Descent
“When Emma opened the front door and stepped out onto her porch, the look of baffled astonishment on her face made him grin. “Hi, beautiful,” he called, buck naked in the moonlight.
Mouth hanging open, she shook her head. “What… is happening? Are the voices telling you to streak now?” she asked incredulously.
Cliff burst out laughing.”
― Cliff's Descent
Mouth hanging open, she shook her head. “What… is happening? Are the voices telling you to streak now?” she asked incredulously.
Cliff burst out laughing.”
― Cliff's Descent
“Whatever is going on up there”—Emma tapped his forehead—“will only ever hurt me if it drives you to harm yourself.” Arching a brow, she gave him a stern look. “And if that ever happens, I’m telling you right now that I’m going to paddle your ass and give those voices a stern talking to.”
Relieved that she wasn’t angry, Cliff drew her into a tight hug and buried his face in her hair. “Damn, I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Snuggling into him, she released a contented sigh. “But I’m dead serious about paddling your ass.”
Cliff laughed.”
― Cliff's Descent
Relieved that she wasn’t angry, Cliff drew her into a tight hug and buried his face in her hair. “Damn, I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Snuggling into him, she released a contented sigh. “But I’m dead serious about paddling your ass.”
Cliff laughed.”
― Cliff's Descent
“He had waited too long. He was terrifyingly close to losing himself entirely. There were still fractured pieces of him in there, remnants of the Cliff he saw in the photos Emma had snapped, but the twisted monster rising within him seemed to devour more of them every day.
He never wanted Emma to see that monster.
He would die first.”
― Cliff's Descent
He never wanted Emma to see that monster.
He would die first.”
― Cliff's Descent
“His gaze held hers, making Emma feel as if she was the most beautiful and most loved woman in the world. Tonight he even sang, his deep voice joining Nat King Cole’s in professing her unforgettable as they danced beneath the moonlight.
It was magical.
He was magical.
“I’m so in love with you,” she murmured.
Smiling, he swiveled slightly and lowered her in a gentle dip. “You’re the love of my life, Emma.”
She had never been happier than in that moment.”
― Cliff's Descent
It was magical.
He was magical.
“I’m so in love with you,” she murmured.
Smiling, he swiveled slightly and lowered her in a gentle dip. “You’re the love of my life, Emma.”
She had never been happier than in that moment.”
― Cliff's Descent
“When Cliff had first come to the network, he would never have imagined Reordon would become such a strong ally. But he’d turned out to be a real stand-up guy. He had even provided Cliff with video footage of his worst psychotic breaks so he could show Emma.
Cliff never wanted her to underestimate the danger he posed. And too, he’d wanted to ensure she wasn’t laboring under any illusions that his condition wasn’t worsening.
Yet she still she loved him. She still fought for him, bolstering his strength whenever his determination to continue fighting wavered.”
― Cliff's Descent
Cliff never wanted her to underestimate the danger he posed. And too, he’d wanted to ensure she wasn’t laboring under any illusions that his condition wasn’t worsening.
Yet she still she loved him. She still fought for him, bolstering his strength whenever his determination to continue fighting wavered.”
― Cliff's Descent
“Cliff’s heart hammered in his chest.
She was going to run away with me. Emma was going to leave everything behind to run away and be with me.
The knowledge staggered him. Humbled him. Moved him deeply. As did her touch.
Drawing back a fraction of an inch, he stared down at her, mesmerized by her beauty, her bravery, and the love that shone in her eyes beneath the reflection of the amber glow in his own.
Emma loved him. She hadn’t said it. But he knew it as surely as he knew he loved her.
Groaning, he claimed her lips again.”
― Cliff's Descent
She was going to run away with me. Emma was going to leave everything behind to run away and be with me.
The knowledge staggered him. Humbled him. Moved him deeply. As did her touch.
Drawing back a fraction of an inch, he stared down at her, mesmerized by her beauty, her bravery, and the love that shone in her eyes beneath the reflection of the amber glow in his own.
Emma loved him. She hadn’t said it. But he knew it as surely as he knew he loved her.
Groaning, he claimed her lips again.”
― Cliff's Descent
“Cliff looked around for the woman he’d seen helping the others and saw no sign of her. Swearing, he tore through the wreckage in search of her. An explosion took out more of the ceiling. Rubble rained down on the other side of the pile he dug through. “Come on,” he whispered. “Where are you?”
A moan reached his ears, followed by a cough.
Leaping toward it, he grabbed slabs of concrete and flooring and tossed them aside, reducing the pile until he found her.
Dust coated her like ash, powdering her braid and turning her skin a grayish white. She blinked up at him. Her forehead glistened with blood that oozed from a gash on one side.
“It’s okay,” he told her. “I’m here to help. Don’t be afraid.”
Her chin dipped in a brief nod.
Another explosion hit what was left of the ground floor.
Cliff swiftly leaned over to shield her as flaming bits rained down around them.
As soon as it stopped, he knelt beside her.
“Y-Your eyes are glowing.”
“It’s okay. Don’t be afraid. I just want to help. Are you injured?” He swept his hands over her in a quick, impersonal search for injuries, concerned by the splotches of blood that marred her clothing.
“Th-there’s a woman,” she said. “Sadie. Sh-she’s old. She can’t make it down the stairs.”
“I already got her to safety. Are you Emma?”
Surprise lit her dark brown eyes as she nodded.
“I think your arm is broken, Emma. I need to bind it.” Tearing a strip of cloth from his T-shirt, he wrapped it around a deep gash on her arm. Then he tore another and—preternaturally fast—fashioned a sling.
She moaned.
“Sorry,” he said, knowing every movement caused her pain.
Nodding, she gritted her teeth. Her lips pressed tightly together as he lifted her into his arms, spawning even more pain.
“I’m sorry,” he said again as he dashed over to the elevator shaft.
She looped her free arm around his neck and looked over his shoulder. Her hold tightened. “Mercenaries,” she whispered in his ear, her warm breath sending a shiver through him.
“It’s okay,” he said. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll keep you safe.”
― Cliff's Descent
A moan reached his ears, followed by a cough.
Leaping toward it, he grabbed slabs of concrete and flooring and tossed them aside, reducing the pile until he found her.
Dust coated her like ash, powdering her braid and turning her skin a grayish white. She blinked up at him. Her forehead glistened with blood that oozed from a gash on one side.
“It’s okay,” he told her. “I’m here to help. Don’t be afraid.”
Her chin dipped in a brief nod.
Another explosion hit what was left of the ground floor.
Cliff swiftly leaned over to shield her as flaming bits rained down around them.
As soon as it stopped, he knelt beside her.
“Y-Your eyes are glowing.”
“It’s okay. Don’t be afraid. I just want to help. Are you injured?” He swept his hands over her in a quick, impersonal search for injuries, concerned by the splotches of blood that marred her clothing.
“Th-there’s a woman,” she said. “Sadie. Sh-she’s old. She can’t make it down the stairs.”
“I already got her to safety. Are you Emma?”
Surprise lit her dark brown eyes as she nodded.
“I think your arm is broken, Emma. I need to bind it.” Tearing a strip of cloth from his T-shirt, he wrapped it around a deep gash on her arm. Then he tore another and—preternaturally fast—fashioned a sling.
She moaned.
“Sorry,” he said, knowing every movement caused her pain.
Nodding, she gritted her teeth. Her lips pressed tightly together as he lifted her into his arms, spawning even more pain.
“I’m sorry,” he said again as he dashed over to the elevator shaft.
She looped her free arm around his neck and looked over his shoulder. Her hold tightened. “Mercenaries,” she whispered in his ear, her warm breath sending a shiver through him.
“It’s okay,” he said. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll keep you safe.”
― Cliff's Descent
