I wasn’t sure what would happen when I was left alone with Daniela. A few outcomes came to mind, and most involved one of us dying. But of the possible results I was prepared for, she went with the one I hadn’t thought of.Now I know I’m not supposed to find any supernatural creature attractive as a hunter. We aren’t supposed to allow a physical desire to interfere with what we are supposed to do. My family’s training included psychological training to control basser urges so that situations like this wouldn’t affect us on a hunt.I’m the last Adio heir. I have always been top in my classes and expected to lead the guild. Yet here I am getting hard as Daniela uses her body as an interrogation weapon. Part of me is repulsed, remindi
Well shit. I was not expecting all that. The Hunter just verbally spilled his guts and essentially bared his soul in one sitting. And of all the reasons he could be on the run, I hadn’t considered that he killed someone that high up in his guild, least of all his mother.But he did it for a good reason. He did it to protect his sister. As someone with a sibling, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for Mariana. I would kill thousands if it saved Mariana. And I’d be more than happy to start with killing our father. His death has been a long time coming.My emotions got the better of me. I empathize and sympathize with The Hunter. I know how it feels to have to face family, fight a parent, to save someone you love. That’s the only explanation for why I sat beside him and squeezed his hand.
What the HELL just happened?! We were having a rather serious conversation. I was trying to express the level of insanity to Daniela’s plan to take on the Ductus of the Sonora clan, and okay, so I might have crossed a line. I was crass by bringing up what those assholes intended to do to her.So I’ll accept I earned that bitch slap. I tend to open my mouth and insert my foot. Being her nephew is the only reason Auntie Sarael didn’t do the same when I was in Oregon. And the only reason her Beta mate John didn’t hospitalize me.I should have seen the hit coming. I wouldn’t have hit my head on the coffee table if I had. And if I hadn’t hit my head, I wouldn’t have found myself on the floor bleeding with two vampires looking at m
If I wasn’t so drained from using my abilities earlier, I don’t think I’d have slept a wink. Having the scent of a human in my house would be mildly annoying on any given day. But now that I’ve tasted his blood, it’s got me on edge knowing he’s just beyond that door. It took a lot of self-control to remain in my bed. It seemed to be working for a while but then that blasted alarm started going off, and he was sleeping through it. What is the point of setting the alarm if you sleep through it? I grumbled, throwing a robe on to force him awake. Maybe waking him up was well timed. He was twitching on the sofa; I don’t think it was good whatever he was dreaming about. He was shaken when he woke up. I could have and should have mocked him and continued to build that wall between us. But I didn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to do more than scold The Hunter for looking at my legs. I don’t know what his nightmare was about, but given the story he told us, I can imagine several options. The mos
Where am I? What’s going on? Why can’t I feel… well, anything? I mean, I kind of feel my body, but it’s somewhat fuzzy. It’s very surreal. Like the voices that sound like either they are, I am underwater. I’m so disoriented I can’t make out what is being said. I can at best tell they are speaking Spanish, so I’m still in Mexico and not dead. It took so much effort to get my eyes to open even a sliver. There weren’t any harsh lights, and while I could hear the beeping of machines, nothing smelled like sanitizer, so I was not in a hospital. Or at least not in a reputable one. Based on the pillows and generic comforter I can see, I’m on a bed. So I’m also not a hostage of the vampires or Guild. So I’m back to asking where I am and what the FUCK is going on. The last thing I remember is the central beam of Daniela’s place falling, separating us as the house burned. Did she leave me, or did she save me? Is she okay? Did they capture her while I was out? I do not need another failure unde
Do you know how agonizingly dull it is to be stuck in a motel room for a week? Now I’m supposed to remain in this room for another fucking week?! And now I won’t have the distraction of Diana and the doctor? Seven days alone with Khalid Adio, this is not going to be fun. It was easier to be cooped up in this room with Diana and the doctor as distractions. But now it’s just us. And he will be dependent on me, to a degree, as he continues his recovery. If I had acted faster, maybe told him about the escape path, things would have been different. I’ve got nearly eighty years’ worth of shoulda, woulda, coulda on my shoulders. At least Khalid is alive. So, I don’t have his death weighing on me too. Have enough blood and innocent lives on my hands. Granted, I probably shouldn’t consider Khalid innocent. His hands have plenty of blood on them just from being a hunter. “I would rather handle killing him alone. It is personal, and no offense, but I don’t include you in people that get to kno
Yeah, that just won for the most embarrassing moment of my life. Daniela not only helped me into the bathroom but to undress and walked out with that comment that a vibrator could outperform my dick. Yeah, this was the most embarrassing moment of my short eighteen years. The worst part is I have no clue how old she is, so there is a high probability she’s seen bigger dicks. Yeah, that’s an excellent thought to be left with as I sit on a shower bench, unable to stand on my own, washing a weeks’ worth of filth off. Yes, I just admitted I hadn’t washed since before I killed my mother. Even if you count that gas station where I changed my clothes and scrubbed blood off me with wet paper towels as washing, it’s still been since her death. And now I’m in a proper shower to wash, but I must be extra careful and use lukewarm water to avoid more damage to my burned back. Won’t feel comfortable taking my shirt off in public for a while. I’m going to have a scar for the rest of my life. I have
He is infuriating! I didn’t want him in my house in the first place. I told Diana it was a bad idea. I said he would be a distraction. But she was adamant I would need him for my revenge. I do not see how that is in the cards. His face is plastered all over the news, increasing the target on our backs. And as if all that wasn’t enough, he’s injured, and I have to help him get around. I can’t successfully escape my father, infiltrate his operations, and kill him while babysitting this hunter. I don’t care how hot he is! I can’t afford distractions, no matter their attractive package. At least he was quiet on the walk through the tunnels and for most of the drive to Los Mochis. I say most because he opened that mouth of his about halfway there. “Does anyone else know about your safe house in Los Mochis?” Khalid broke the peaceful silence. I shouldn’t have been so irritated that he spoke. It was a reasonable question, given why we had to flee the last two safe spaces. Yet I still can’