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’
I was brought to Daniela to protect her. And beyond our first encounter, I haven’t done that. I’ve been out of commission for a week, and while I should rest and continue to recover, I don’t think I can. I hate feeling useless. Especially as I feel like an ass sleeping in her bed when she’s on the sofa. I don’t want my injury to mean I’m treated with kid gloves. I tried resting for a while. I was exhausted from the long walk through the tunnel, and the burns on my back were sore from the car ride here. So, I did end up falling asleep, even if laying on my stomach is not how I prefer to sleep. I was somewhat surprised that it was nearly noon when I woke up because I was hungry. With some effort, I managed to get out of bed. At least I can stand and walk on my own, so that’s a good thing. As hot as the nurse fantasy may sound, and Daniela would look good in a nurse uniform, I don’t want to depend on her. I need to stand, literally and metaphorically, on my own two feet. I tried to qui
kay, so he gets points for having more skill than I would give a hunter credit. I always figured hunters used whatever bits of magic they picked up to hunt us down and find new inventive ways to kill us. Though I suppose being able to disguise themselves as well as Khalid’s Clark Kent glasses would help them better infiltrate and make stealth kills if their target could recognize them. But points aside for creativity, I’m still not sold on this. Khalid better not use those often or behave in any way that would make him stand out in a crowd. It may be daytime, but that doesn’t mean the dangers of we who stay cling to the night aren’t out there. Plenty of humans eagerly act as minions for a vampire in hopes of being turned. I’m not a heavy sleeper. I have never been. Even when I was still human, the slightest noise could wake me. Which was an issue when I was turned, and my senses were heightened. Of course, in my sixty years as a vampire, I’ve learned to control it so I can rest witho
Despite the recent popular opinion of me, I am not stupid. I knew very well that this was most likely a trap. Florencia was shouting for help and for the most part behaving like someone who was in danger like any of the other vampire bait I’ve seen and read about. The ruse of having a damsel in distress to lure in victims is so overdone by the vampire community it’s just sad. But there was one significant difference; the real giveaway to her performance was the look in her eyes. There was no terror or mild fear in her eyes as she pretended to be assaulted. She was into it. Which means the vampire, that’s the other issue, but I’ll get to that, groping her is either her mate or a lover. It was not the first time they were getting up close and personal like this. Now to the final point. The three attackers were vampires. It was still early enough, and they were sticking to the shadows but still taking a risk to set an early morning trap. I’m sure if I wasn’t a hunter, I’d have been take
Maybe I have lost my mind. It’s about the only thing that makes sense. Why else would I say Khalid is mine? I don’t want a mate! I’ve never wanted a mate. I’ve been alive for seventy-nine years and have only loved once and realized that it wasn’t even real love, just teenage hormones. I’ve had plenty of lovers since I was turned but never considered claiming them. I wouldn’t even mark Byron, and he was my longest relationship. I made him a vampire as he wanted, but when he pushed to be my mate, to mark him and be marked by him, that was a line I wouldn’t cross. I didn’t trust him to remain with me. I didn’t trust him to be faithful, especially as we are immortal. It was the breaking point of our relationship. The night he tried to mark me by force, I left him paralyzed in a pool of his drool from my psychic attack was the death knell. Yet here I am, without thinking it through, claiming Khalid in front of Tulio and his nest. That’s a lot of witnesses to take it back. I don’t know wha
I’ve officially lost my mind. I was born and raised to be a Hunter, to kill the supernatural beings that endanger the lives of humans. I was trained to kill vampires, not fuck them. Yet here I am in an alley, literally balls deep in Daniela. I shouldn’t be doing this. I really shouldn’t be enjoying it this much either. Oh, how the Adio line has fallen. My mother raped a werewolf, my aunt is mates with a werewolf, my sister is mates with a werewolf, and I have a vampire trying to claim me. Sure she said it to save me, but it will change everything about my life and hers. I don’t know if I’d ever be ready for that change. I mean fuck, Dania and I broke up because she wanted marriage right out of school, and I couldn’t make that commitment. And that was just marriage, a human construct. It’s not set in stone. Marriages end faster than some people change socks. A supernatural mating is something completely different. Each species has different views and magic bindings. But one thing rem