Out for Blood (House of Comarré) by Painter Kristen

Author:Painter, Kristen [Painter, Kristen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction / Fantasy - Contemporary, Fiction / Romance - Paranormal, Fiction / Fantasy - Paranormal
ISBN: 9780316201940
Publisher: Hachette Book Group
Published: 2012-10-30T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

Mal came back together on Chrysabelle’s balcony, staying in the shadows so none of the security cameras would pick up his form and alert the crew downstairs. He wouldn’t hide his presence from them too much longer, but Chrysabelle’s desire to keep him to herself for a while gave him an undeniable thrill. Almost as much as her declaration of love, which had caused the voices to gag and retch. Screw them. They’d just have to learn to deal.

He smiled as he opened the French door and went inside. Smiling was such an odd thing for him. It had been centuries since he’d had a reason to. “Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi,” Chrysabelle whispered back, locking the master suite door behind her as she came in. “I told everyone I was going to take a long hot shower and not to disturb me. They don’t suspect a thing.”

“Are you sure?” He pointed at her clothes. “Or were you that dirty when you went outside?”

She looked at what she was wearing. It bore the marks of their embrace, remnants of soot and his time in the sewer. “Well, if they noticed, they didn’t say anything. I’ll change while you’re showering.”

He glanced toward the bathroom. He knew that room well. Last time he’d been in there, she’d opened a portal to the Aurelian and he’d gone through it to save her, only to bring back her dead body. It would be good to replace that memory with something else. “Turn the water on for me?”

She gave him an odd look. “Just because I said I love you doesn’t mean I’m going to wait on you hand and foot, you know.”

He shook his head. “I’d never assume that. I’d rather the mirrors steam up before I go in there.” Coward.

“Oh.” She grimaced apologetically. “You don’t want to see your true self.”

“After the day I’ve just had? No.” Seeing his inner monster seemed like overkill after the mayor had just attempted to put him to death for being a monster. That was enough of a reminder. No, it isn’t.

“I understand.” She went in and cranked the water on, the shushing sound allowing them to stop whispering.

He plucked at his T-shirt when she came back out. “I can’t put this stuff back on. There should be a change of clothes in the hurricane shelter.” Unless she’d thrown out his stuff after she’d told him to get out. How far they’d come. Too bad.

She nodded and the glimmer in her eyes said she was thinking of that moment, too. “I can get down there and back without being seen. Not that any of them would question me wanting something of yours right now.” She turned to go, but he grabbed her hand.

“I’m really sorry you had to go through that. If I had known, I would have—”

“Come out during the day?” She smiled. “It’s okay. Now that you’re back, none of that matters.” Her face suddenly went solemn. “Just… don’t do that to me again, okay?”

“I won’t. I promise.

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