I want her that fucking bad.
For that sweet finish, dontcha know.As his skin went on another shimmy-shimmy, he told his curse to hold its hey-nannies, that hell yeah, it was going to get let off the chain ASAP. He wasnt even going to attempt to hold the damn thing in—not that trying to throw the brakes on it was ever successful, anyway—and whereas giving the beast free rein was not always a good thing, tonight it was going to be an offensive bene. The Black Dagger Brotherhood was facing how many lessers? Fifty? A hundred and fifty?
That was a lot to handle, even for them—so yeah, his little . . . present . . . from the Scribe Virgin was going to come in handy.Talk about your ringer from out of town. Over a century ago, the mother of the race had given him his own personal T.O. system, a behavior modification program that was so onerous, so unpleasant, so overwhelming that it did, in fact, manage to bring him back from the brink of total douche-baggery. Courtesy of the dragon, unless he managed his energy levels properly and moderated his emotions, all hell broke loose.Yup, in the course of the last century, he had become largely successful at making sure the thing didnt eat his nearest and dearest, or get them on the nightly news with a Jurassic Park Is Alive headline. But with what he and his brothers were facing right now—and how isolated this campus was? If they were lucky, the great purple-scaled bastard with the chain-saw teeth and the hollow-legged hangry was going to get his Nobu on. Although, again, a lesser-only diet was what they were looking for.
No brothers as Hot Pockets, please. And no humans as tapas or dessert, thank you very much.The latter was more out of discretion than affection. Shit knew those rats without tails never went anywhere without two things: a half dozen of their evolutionarily inferior, nocturnally codependent, fuck-twit buddies, and their goddamn cell phones. Man, YouTube was a total pain in the ass when you wanted to keep your war with the undead under wraps. For nearly two thousand years, vampires fighting the Omegas Lessening Society had been no one elses business except for the combatants involved, and the fact that humans couldnt stick to their core competencies of ruining the environment and telling each other what to think and say was only one of the reasons he hated them.
Changing gears so he didnt get loose too soon, Rhage GoProd his vision to a male taking cover about twenty feet away from him. Assail, son of Whoever-the-Fuck, was dressed in funeral-cortege black, his Dracula-dark hair requiring no camouflage, his handsome-as-sin face furrowed so tight with murder that you had to respect the guy. Talk about doing a solid—and a one-eighty. The drug dealer had come through for the Brotherhood, making good on his promise to cut business ties with the Lessening Society by delivering the Fore-lessers head in a box to Wraths feet.
And also divulging the location of this bolt-hole the slayers had been using as HQ.I know. And shell understand that. Autumn is one of the most understanding people Ive ever met.
The Brother glanced up at her, his deep blue eyes boring into her skull. Mary, am I ever going to be all right?In that moment, she was transported back to sitting with Bitty in Rhages GTO—and she thought, Yes, that is what everyone wants to know, isnt it. Am I okay? Am I loved? Am I safe?
Will I get through this?Whatever the this was, be it death or loss, confusion or terror, depression or anger.