Eternal Beauty: Mark of the Vampire (A Penguin Special from Signet Eclipse) by Wright Laura

Author:Wright, Laura [Wright, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2013-04-01T22:00:00+00:00

Seven

He’d told her all about morpho and Meta, he’d told her about the credentis, he’d talked of his years in the military—and finally he’d told her his age.

“One hundred and eighty?” she exclaimed.

Synjon nodded. Across the small dining table, candles burning down to low flames, Petra sat with her arms folded on the table, her head jutting forward as if she was afraid she’d miss something. Her black hair spilled over her arms and her pale blue eyes glinted with feverish interest.

“How long can you live?” she asked.

“We,” he corrected, “can live forever.” He shrugged, amending, “If the blood continues to flow and we . . .”

She inched forward in her seat. “What?”

The events of a week ago pushed once again through his mind, and his unbeating heart. “Remain out of the sun. Though females can survive it, the sun is a morphed male’s enemy.”

Her eyes softened. “Is it your only enemy?”

“No.” Cruen’s face flashed inside his head, made his blood burn in his veins. There were many enemies within their breed.

“The woman,” she began, “the one you carried so gently, the one you so desperately wanted to give your life for—”

“Do not speak of her,” Synjon warned coolly.

“She was a vampire?”

“Yes,” he ground out.

She bit her lip. “How did she die?”

A low growl rumbled in Syn’s chest and his eyes narrowed on the veana before him. “I told you not to speak of her.”

“I know,” she said quickly, her eyes not meeting his. “I’m sorry. This is hard, I understand, but I have to know. It wasn’t the sun? You said the sun can’t hurt females.”

The anger that surged through him in that moment concerned him. It felt reckless, and was fusing with his painful hunger—urging him to reach across the table and bite the veana. For her blood and her silence.

“It is time for your end of the bargain, Petra,” he growled.

His fiercely uttered words seemed to snap her out of the one-track-questions race she’d been on for the past hour. “My blood?”

Was he wrong or did he actually see a flash of interest, of excitement, cross her wide-eyed gaze? “Yes,” he answered. “I need your blood. You have no idea how much. But first, I need your breath.”

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