10 Ways to Coerce a Stubborn Curse by Virginia Nelson

Author:Virginia Nelson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampire, witch, shifter, love, paranormal romance
Publisher: Virginia Nelson
Published: 2019-10-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

I landed in Dexter’s bedroom, not mine. I stood on legs that were gone to rubber and stared out his bay window at the city below us. I wanted to hide in cave. As I wasn’t really sure where Dexter lived, other than high somewhere in Assjacket because you could see the lake from here, this was probably as close to a cave as I was going to get.

It was, like, the Bat Cave.

I snorted and covered my face with my hands. My bloody, sticky, dirty hands.

Lady MacBeth came to mind, and I wondered if I could wash out the damn spot or if the blood would continue to wash over me in a red flood now that I was a monster.

I had a feeling it was the latter. Especially because of what kind of monster I was. I remembered I was being proactive. Had I not gone after the monsters, they would be coming for me.

Because I was the worst monster of all...

Dexter touched my back and I looked through my fingers at him.

Then again whoever thought that probably had not met him.

I sighed and it came out a sob.

He picked me up, blood, gore and all and carried me. I buried my face in his neck and felt silent tears coming but I wasn’t sure who or what I was crying for. I cried and he carried me and then he sat me down and I curled into myself.

I heard, as if from a distance, water running. Figured, I thought. He was going to wash me up. I was too icky for nice perfect monsters.

I was the true monster.

I laughed but it came out hysterical.

His hands were back on me and he was trying to undress me. I can’t say as I cooperated. I was just a Jackie doll. I didn’t care, couldn’t care enough to hinder or help him with his task.

When he had gotten me disrobed and picked me back up again, I was met by his skin, warm against mine. This told me two things. One, that he had taken the time to disrobe himself, so either I had gotten him gross, or he didn’t trust me alone just now. Two, that my skin felt like ice because his skin was almost too hot against me. I curled into that warmth and then, since my eyes were closed, I gasped a little as water even hotter than his skin, surged over us both to the shoulder.

My eyes popped open, and I looked at the black hot tub filled with gurgling water. He didn’t release me into the water but sat and pulled me tight against him as he relaxed back into the seat. I felt his legs stretch under me and my body moved, almost as if trained, to slide with him more into alignment. I rested, his arms supporting me, my legs floating with his beneath the bubbling surface. My head rested in the curve where his neck met his shoulder and my hands were on his smooth chest.

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