Oaths of Blood by Reine S M

Author:Reine, S M [Reine, S M]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Urban, Demons & Devils, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Witches & Wizards, Paranormal, Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal & Urban, Angels, Literature & Fiction
ISBN: 1492356522
Publisher: Red Iris Books
Published: 2013-09-07T07:00:00+00:00

Elise dropped Rylie and Seth in the back room of Original Sin before taking Abraxas to the basement. Rylie was drenched in hybrid blood; she couldn’t be seen in public until she had cleaned off. Fortunately, the fetish models that worked at the club had group showers behind the office.

It took a half an hour to find steel rope sturdy enough to tie Abraxas to a chair. By the time Elise was done, Rylie hadn’t joined them in the basement yet.

“I’ll keep an eye on Abraxas,” Anthony said, reclining against one wall with a shotgun at his side. Neuma had been in his lap when she first dragged the demon downstairs, so Elise had a feeling that Anthony had a lot more planned than keeping an eye on Abraxas.

“Don’t get too distracted,” Elise said. She pointed at Neuma. “That goes for you, too.”

“You kidding? I wouldn’t dream of being a distraction.” She stroked her long fingernails through Anthony’s hair.

Elise rolled her eyes and left.

She found Seth poring over the map in the manager’s office with a notebook beside one hand and a laptop beside the other. He was so absorbed in his work that he didn’t even notice when Elise entered. He also didn’t seem to realize that Rylie was taking unusually long to emerge.

She slipped past him, avoiding the spill of light from the desk lamp, and entered the bathroom.

Fetish models weren’t a shy breed. The showers were situated along a single wall without curtains or stalls to provide privacy. Every light was off in the shower except the one at the far end of the room, where a faucet was currently running. The water was so hot that it filled the entire bathroom with steam.

Elise’s boots squelched against wet linoleum as she approached.

“Rylie?” she asked, waving a hand to clear the steam.

A tiny sound reached her ears—a sound that was neither water nor motion. It sounded like a whimper.

Elise grabbed a couple of clean towels off of the table next to the complimentary body wash and threw one over the bulb. It dimmed the glow, casting a yellow tint over the steam. In the safety of darkness, she sidled along the wall to find Rylie in the back corner. The Alpha was sitting on the ground, naked and wet, knees hugged to her chest. Although her body was entirely unmarked, blood streamed out of her hair and spiraled toward the drain.

She was also sobbing.

Elise immediately felt an overwhelming urge to leave, pretend that she hadn’t seen Rylie, go downstairs, and beat information out of Abraxas. But before she could slip away, Rylie looked up. Her eyes were puffy. She looked pathetic and shrunken, hair stuck to the sides of her face and water dripping steadily off her bony elbow. “I hate being a werewolf,” she whispered. “I hate it.”

Shit, Elise was stuck now. “Are you hurt?”

Rylie shook her head. “I healed before we left LA.”

“So this is self-pity.” Elise felt guilty the moment she said it. But that wasn’t her guilt.

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