Enslaved To The Vampire Zombie-Hunter (Pandemic Monsters Book 1) by Veronica Sommers

Author:Veronica Sommers [Sommers, Veronica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Pandemic Monsters, post-apocalyptic zombie mayhem, Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction, Romantic Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense, Mystery & Intrigue, Violence & Crime Story, Protection & Safety, Action & Adventure, Dangerous & Deadly, Forever Love, Bachelor, Single Woman, Hearts Desire, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Honesty & Trust, Home & Family, Romantic Schemes, Beautiful & Feisty, Love-Family & Forever, Suspenseful Fiction, Vampire Zombie-Hunter
Publisher: Veronica Sommers
Published: 2020-04-03T04:00:00+00:00

16

Atlan

I'm the worst.

Giving in to my jealousy like that, leaving Finley alone in Viana's rooms?

Granted, she looked pretty comfortable nestled between Harry and Charon. The sight of it made me so wretchedly envious I thought I might be physically sick.

So I left.

I waited, thinking she'd come pound on the door and yell for me to let her in. When she didn't, I felt even more gloomy, convinced she'd gone to Charon's rooms to stay the night. I considering marching over there and dragging her out of his bed, away from whatever delicious perverted things he was doing to her body—because she's mine. Mine, mine, mine.

Except she's not.

She may be my slave in name, but it's a technicality. I renounced my claim on her the day Markham gave her to me. Wasn't even a question. She gets to make her own choices, and she knows it.

So I stayed in my room, wrestling with myself, barely sleeping at all—and then when I opened my door in the morning, there she was—my Finley, white as bone and shaking, her eyes painted with dark hollows underneath and her beautiful blond hair stuck damply to her sweaty skin.

My beauty, my baby, my heart—

Stupid lovesick names for her surged in my chest as I carried her to her bed.

No one else comes near us for five days. I bring in a bedpan for her and take care of its contents, because she's too weak to make it all the way down the hall to the bathroom. Once a day I strip the sweaty clothes from her beautiful body and sponge her off and dress her again. I borrow an elastic band from Sarah so I can put Finley's sweat-damp hair in a messy knot on her head and keep it out of the way. I feed her soup slowly, carefully.

I leave her just once, on the third day, to drink from a blood-hire. No way am I drinking from my girl in this weakened state—it could literally kill her.

On the fourth day she hangs over my shoulders while we shuffle to the showers. I go in with her, wearing just my boxers, and I wash her hair and body for her. She's too fragile to do anything but stand there, holding onto the wall, her knees trembling.

When I get her dried and dressed and back in bed, on clean sheets, she looks up at me with such gratitude it makes my heart ache.

By the fifth day she's still frail, but getting stronger. Captain Markham comes to my room that afternoon. "It's time for you to get back into the rotation," he says. "I've assigned you tonight's shift."

"But Finley—"

"She's a tough girl. She'll be all right. And she can sleep while you're away."

My eyes travel to the half-closed door of her room. "Fine."

Markham frowns, scanning me. "Have you showered lately? Eaten anything?"

"Um, sort of." I didn't actually wash myself while I was in the shower with Finely, so I suppose that doesn't count.

"Shower and eat," Markham says. "That's an order.

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