Bloodlines by Robin Saxon & Alex Kidwell

Author:Robin Saxon & Alex Kidwell [Kidwell, Robin Saxon and Alex]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi

Chapter 12

Jed

SOMEONE WAS knocking on the fucking door.

It was still dark out, the flickering red light of the motel sign outside barely illuminating the room. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, the shit ton of alcohol Jed had poured down his miserable gullet sloshing inside his head with every throb of his heart. He knew his feet were still attached to his legs, he knew his eyes were somewhere between open and closed, and he knew the knock on the door meant there was a person, or possible people, outside wanting to get in. But unfortunately, owing to said shit ton of alcohol, he wasn’t exactly up for moving. Or breathing too loudly. Or anything that required action beyond moaning in pain.

Unfortunately he hadn’t suddenly developed psychic skills, because when he thought about all the ways he wanted to skin and burn whoever was pounding on the motel door, said person didn’t stop. Eventually, Jed managed to get wobbly legs under him, half rolling off the couch, gun held loosely in his hand as he staggered across the floor.

“What the fuck do you fucking want, you fucking ass licking bastard?”

Whoever said he didn’t have charm coming out of his goddamn ears was just fucking lying.

“You stink like the floor of a bar bathroom.” It was goddamn Edwin Lewis standing there, naked as a freaking jaybird, nose wrinkled, as if Jed had offended his delicate sensibilities.

Eyes bleary and bloodshot, Jed blinked at him, brain struggling to figure out what the hell was happening. “How the fuck do you know what a goddamn bar smells like?” he grunted, scratching his chest and looking around. Were there hidden cameras? Some sort of prank where more people would jump out and surprise him? Because he had a gun, he would shoot. “Aren’t you twelve?”

“I’m twenty, and I’m not exactly an idiot.” Edwin didn’t seem to care that he was pantsless. Jed would, because he really wasn’t too keen to see all that, but he was too busy wondering why the room was rotating. “Let me in.”

“No.” Jed frowned petulantly. “You go away, unless you’re bringing more booze. Even then, put some fucking pants on.”

He moved to shut the door, but Edwin stopped it with a hand against the cheap wood, eyebrow raising. “Yeah, the last thing you need is more stuff to drink. Seriously, you look like you fell into a beer bottle and then got swished around.”

Jed decided he wasn’t up for a fight with some naked-ass wolf. So he just turned and stumbled back inside, face-planting onto the bed with a grunt. He could hear Edwin locking up behind him, but Jed decided it was much better to fish around on the nightstand through the empty bottles, looking for anything that might be left to drink.

Edwin was poking around, sniffing things, sneezing loudly at the dust he found on the chair. He sat anyway, on his heels, crouched there and still looking like he was half a wild thing. Jed just grimaced and averted his eyes.

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