Blood Pressure by Terence Taylor

Author:Terence Taylor
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781429913126
Publisher: St. Martin's Publishing Group

CHAPTER 46

9:27 P.M.—East Village, 28 July 2007

The tab was adding up.

Luna X had drunk her way through happy hour and committed to making it all the way to last call. She hadn’t gone a bender like this since her lost month on the road with Guns ’N Roses, back before they got too big, when Axl was still pretty and coke was still cheap. She still wasn’t wasted enough to stop screaming inside.

What the fuck happened? Abel was supposed to be healed, whole again, not cured. And why the hell was she sorry that she wasn’t his blood bitch anymore after everything he’d done to her? Her tits would never be the same. Not that they’d ever been great, but . . . Luna shook her head.

She had to face it. Being a vampire’s victim had made her special. By enthralling her, infecting her with his blood, Abel had made her better than other people, and there hadn’t been many reasons in life for her to feel that way. As Adam Caine, then as Abel Lazarus, he’d been her god and had made her a part of something more than human.

With him by her side, wielding his hypnotic power to cloud men’s minds, she’d been able to have anything she wanted, had bought their building at a rock-bottom price, filled it with furniture for free. He’d protected her from harm and she’d made sure he was safe. They were more than master and slave, they were a partnership. She knew he felt it, too. You don’t quit a partnership just like that, she thought, tried to snap her fingers in the air. She needed him and he needed her.

Luna tapped her empty glass, ignored the bartender’s cautionary look, and stood, reached out, pulled the bottle from the bar herself, and refilled her glass with tequila. He’d known her since the 1980s and was the only one left downtown who’d let her get away with this. He could tell that something was up, and she knew that he’d make sure she didn’t end up in an alley, even if she woke up in his bed.

When she was a girl, Luna had had a guardian angel that watched over her at night. When everyone else was asleep, he’d come in her window, slip under her covers, stroke her with his soft, warm hands and whisper of his love for her, of God’s love for her, and how he’d been sent to show her how much God loved her.

The angel had looked a lot like the neighbor boy, but he’d explained that to her. He took on the shape of the neighbor boy when he came in her window so that no one would suspect an angel walked among them. They had to keep his presence on Earth a secret. Luna was part of God’s plan, chosen to do great things for her savior. She was very religious—her mother had taught her to be so, as had the nuns—so she had no reason to disbelieve an angel.

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