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.The closest to come to it had beenwretched Carrie, just before her blade had split his heart.He let Mouse stroke his hair, andleaned against her at her gentle urging.It was a disgraceful thing, crying like a woman infront of one.In the past, he would have killed her, when he felt better.Now, her deathwas the only thing he feared, and it frightened him more than the prospect of his own.His fear transformed into a landslide of gut-wrenching desperation, and he clung to her,knowing his fingers bruised the fragile skin beneath the T-shirt.She said nothing.The toneof her voice never rose above a gentle murmur as she soothed him with mindless words ofreassurance.Her tenderness only amplified his despair.She didn t deserve this.There were so manypeople he would love to see die in her place, but it wasn t to be.He took her face in his hands and looked into her eyes.He needed to see that sheunderstood. If we survive this, I will give you everything you ve ever desired. Taking his hands in hers, she gently lowered them to his knees. You won t have to. She said this to placate him, he knew, because she did not believe him.Or perhaps he dfrightened her.He grasped her shoulders and pulled her forward, trying to communicatethe depth of his feeling with an urgent, clumsy kiss.She didn t resist him.She didn t return his kiss with as much enthusiasm as he d hopedfor, either, but her warm mouth parted beneath his as a sound of surprise reverberated inher throat.This was exactly what he d been seeking.Acceptance.Not for what he could give her, butfor the intention behind it.He had what he wanted, and he wouldn t need to ask for more.Mouse looked confused when he pulled away.Cyrus kissed her cheek to reassure her. Let s go to sleep. Perhaps if he pretended that the new day on the horizon wouldn t bring them one daycloser to the end, he would eventually believe it.Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) 10MarchI was in Cyrus s bed again.Candlelight flickered on the cream-colored walls.Gauzycurtains floated on a cool night breeze.It was a dream, I knew, because I d gone to sleepin the back of the increasingly unpleasant van.Also, because Nathan lay beside me.He touched my face, and I leaned into his palm. You re dead. That wasn t what I had meant to say.I knew he wasn t dead.His terror and pain assaultedme every moment through the blood tie.It had been so overwhelming I d had to pull tothe side of the highway and concentrate on blocking his voice from my head.Then I ddriven the rest of the night in tears, praying he didn t think I d abandoned him.In my dream, he smiled. I m not dead.I m right here. His voice echoed in my brain, pleading for help.It had a weird, stereo effect, and thesound waves visibly distorted the air around us. Did you hear that? Of course he heard it.He d said it.But Nathan just smiled, oblivious to my distress. Where are you running? The tortured screams rent the air again. I know I m not dreaming that. I wasn t sure he d heard me, so I tried repeating the words, only to find the screams nowcame from my own mouth.Nathan pulled me into his arms, and he felt exactly the way he would have in real life, solidand cold. You don t have to run, he whispered against my hair. Please, don t run from me. A drop of crimson splashed against the pale sheets. You re bleeding. I noted the detail with disinterest.The whole scene was boring andloud and annoying.I sat up.Nathan flopped on the mattress, now soaked with red as hebled from the arcane symbols carved into his flesh. Carrie, please. I turned away.Through the magic of dreaming, I was on my feet.A single step carried mefar enough from the bed that I couldn t hear Nathan and could barely see him.Cyruswaited for me at the other side of the impossibly long room, and I went to him. He needs you, my former sire said without the usual mocking in his tone. Are yougoing to go to him? I shook my head. It s out of my hands now. Cyrus s arms enfolded me, but his hands turned to claws that tore my flesh.I looked intohis eyes, and his face transformed grotesquely, then shifted into Nathan s.He screamed, soloudly and long I thought I wouldn t be able to stand it.When I feared I d go mad from the sound, I woke.My cell phone rang at my side.Stilldrunk with sleep, I reached for it. We should pull into Nevada tonight. Byron. Thank you for the update. He chuckled. I thought you might like to know, so you can get a jump on us.Show upbefore we get your man. He s not my man. The denial escaped before I could stop it.Wincing, I cleared myparched throat. I mean, I m looking for him, but I don t care, either way. Byron sniffed. Have you fed? Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) No.Some of us sleep in. Truthfully, my blood supply had run so low I d begun toration, and my energy had begun to wane.I didn t know what shape I d find Cyrus in.Ifthey d turned him, I d have to keep him alive until we got back to Michigan.With whatI d managed to save, we still might both starve. There s a place just over the Nevada border that caters to your kind. The way hestressed the last words of the sentence begged questioning.Rolling my eyes, I shifted the phone from one ear to the other and groped for my jeans inthe tangled sleeping bag. My kind? He chuckled again. Lady vampires.There s a brothel about twenty miles past the stateline.All pretty men, female clientele only. It s a donor house, I accused. 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.The closest to come to it had beenwretched Carrie, just before her blade had split his heart.He let Mouse stroke his hair, andleaned against her at her gentle urging.It was a disgraceful thing, crying like a woman infront of one.In the past, he would have killed her, when he felt better.Now, her deathwas the only thing he feared, and it frightened him more than the prospect of his own.His fear transformed into a landslide of gut-wrenching desperation, and he clung to her,knowing his fingers bruised the fragile skin beneath the T-shirt.She said nothing.The toneof her voice never rose above a gentle murmur as she soothed him with mindless words ofreassurance.Her tenderness only amplified his despair.She didn t deserve this.There were so manypeople he would love to see die in her place, but it wasn t to be.He took her face in his hands and looked into her eyes.He needed to see that sheunderstood. If we survive this, I will give you everything you ve ever desired. Taking his hands in hers, she gently lowered them to his knees. You won t have to. She said this to placate him, he knew, because she did not believe him.Or perhaps he dfrightened her.He grasped her shoulders and pulled her forward, trying to communicatethe depth of his feeling with an urgent, clumsy kiss.She didn t resist him.She didn t return his kiss with as much enthusiasm as he d hopedfor, either, but her warm mouth parted beneath his as a sound of surprise reverberated inher throat.This was exactly what he d been seeking.Acceptance.Not for what he could give her, butfor the intention behind it.He had what he wanted, and he wouldn t need to ask for more.Mouse looked confused when he pulled away.Cyrus kissed her cheek to reassure her. Let s go to sleep. Perhaps if he pretended that the new day on the horizon wouldn t bring them one daycloser to the end, he would eventually believe it.Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) 10MarchI was in Cyrus s bed again.Candlelight flickered on the cream-colored walls.Gauzycurtains floated on a cool night breeze.It was a dream, I knew, because I d gone to sleepin the back of the increasingly unpleasant van.Also, because Nathan lay beside me.He touched my face, and I leaned into his palm. You re dead. That wasn t what I had meant to say.I knew he wasn t dead.His terror and pain assaultedme every moment through the blood tie.It had been so overwhelming I d had to pull tothe side of the highway and concentrate on blocking his voice from my head.Then I ddriven the rest of the night in tears, praying he didn t think I d abandoned him.In my dream, he smiled. I m not dead.I m right here. His voice echoed in my brain, pleading for help.It had a weird, stereo effect, and thesound waves visibly distorted the air around us. Did you hear that? Of course he heard it.He d said it.But Nathan just smiled, oblivious to my distress. Where are you running? The tortured screams rent the air again. I know I m not dreaming that. I wasn t sure he d heard me, so I tried repeating the words, only to find the screams nowcame from my own mouth.Nathan pulled me into his arms, and he felt exactly the way he would have in real life, solidand cold. You don t have to run, he whispered against my hair. Please, don t run from me. A drop of crimson splashed against the pale sheets. You re bleeding. I noted the detail with disinterest.The whole scene was boring andloud and annoying.I sat up.Nathan flopped on the mattress, now soaked with red as hebled from the arcane symbols carved into his flesh. Carrie, please. I turned away.Through the magic of dreaming, I was on my feet.A single step carried mefar enough from the bed that I couldn t hear Nathan and could barely see him.Cyruswaited for me at the other side of the impossibly long room, and I went to him. He needs you, my former sire said without the usual mocking in his tone. Are yougoing to go to him? I shook my head. It s out of my hands now. Cyrus s arms enfolded me, but his hands turned to claws that tore my flesh.I looked intohis eyes, and his face transformed grotesquely, then shifted into Nathan s.He screamed, soloudly and long I thought I wouldn t be able to stand it.When I feared I d go mad from the sound, I woke.My cell phone rang at my side.Stilldrunk with sleep, I reached for it. We should pull into Nevada tonight. Byron. Thank you for the update. He chuckled. I thought you might like to know, so you can get a jump on us.Show upbefore we get your man. He s not my man. The denial escaped before I could stop it.Wincing, I cleared myparched throat. I mean, I m looking for him, but I don t care, either way. Byron sniffed. Have you fed? Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) No.Some of us sleep in. Truthfully, my blood supply had run so low I d begun toration, and my energy had begun to wane.I didn t know what shape I d find Cyrus in.Ifthey d turned him, I d have to keep him alive until we got back to Michigan.With whatI d managed to save, we still might both starve. There s a place just over the Nevada border that caters to your kind. The way hestressed the last words of the sentence begged questioning.Rolling my eyes, I shifted the phone from one ear to the other and groped for my jeans inthe tangled sleeping bag. My kind? He chuckled again. Lady vampires.There s a brothel about twenty miles past the stateline.All pretty men, female clientele only. It s a donor house, I accused. It s a brothel.But if you pay them extra, they ll bare a little neck. He gave a sigh ofnostalgia. Lucky you. Sorry, I don t feed from humans [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]