The Blood Kiss
From the
Hot Spell Anthology
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© Shiloh Walker
Steven was
whole, if not healthy. His eyes were sunken in his face, his skin sallow,
body unwashed. He stank to high heaven, and they hadn’t been feeding him
enough to maintain the high metabolism all werewolves had.
His eyes looked at Roman blankly for
the longest moment and then he stumbled forward, rasping out, “About damn
time.”
Roman caught him, kept him upright
as his legs started to buckle, fury ripping through him. “Taking good care
of you, were they?” he snarled, his control falling to shreds as he felt the
anguish in Steven’s mind, anguish he was trying to hide.
“Well, you did warn me,” Steven
said, forcing a smile. His lips were dry and cracked, and blood welled as
the skin split further.
A soft voice said, “Vampires are not
known for their hospitality. Especially not Capiet. They consider him still
alive and able to talk quite enough.”
“He’s been being starved.” Roman’s
voice had deepened warningly, and he stared at the sky, trying to force his
rabid anger under control. Jenner took Steven in his arms, sending Roman a
warning glance.
He was failing, badly, to keep his
anger in control. Sucking badly needed air into his lungs, he summoned
every last bit of his willpower and throttled the rage into submission.
Turning his eyes to Julianna, he
said, “Thank you for bringing Steven to me. I hope someday I can repay
this.”
She shook her head. “You don’t need
to. If Eduard wasn’t who he was, this wouldn’t have happened.”
He arched a brow at her, closing the
distance between them to cup her chin and lift her face to his. “Yes. And
I hope you can keep in mind that if Eduard wasn’t who he was, then neither
would this have happened.” The confusion darkened her eyes as she stared
into his eyes, never down.
It wasn’t until he took her hands
that she glanced down. She was quick, he had to give her that. And if she
was fully vampire, then he never would have been able to secure her wrists
with the handcuffs. Spinning her around, he tied a gag around her face,
slipping it between her lips as she opened her mouth to scream.
Lowering his head, he whispered,
“I’m sorry. But know this, I’ll take far better care of you then
they took of my brother.”
She turned slowly in his arms, and
the fiery blue gaze she directed him had him flinching inwardly. “I’m
sorry,” he repeated.
