The Blood Bargain (Book 1) by Reeves Macaela

Author:Reeves, Macaela [Reeves, Macaela]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Zombies & Vampires
Published: 2012-09-29T05:00:00+00:00

My eyes opened to the chirp of birds and the glare of the sun through the window.

What? I groaned and rolled over. I had slept till morning. My little polar bear smiled at me from his side of the bed, I loved his little black eyes. They made him the least judgmental person in my life.

Lazily I sat up and stretched. I had to have been exhausted to be out for that long. Slowly I slung my legs around the side of the bed and stood. I sloughed off my jeans and chucked them into the corner along with my shirt. They were replaced with my baseball shirt and my other good pair of jeans, I grabbed some fresh socks and ducked out of my room, bow in hand. If the sun was

already up that meant I was probably late for patrol, on my first day back too.

Way to make an impression.

The little kitchen was stuck in the early eighties; paneled cheap cabinets, laminate counters and a whole lotta beige. It was odd to not have food waiting for me, but I had lived with Zoe and Candice so long that I’d gotten used to being spoiled.

I went through the cupboards, finding a pan, a spatula, some matches and a sparse amount of food stuffs. Unable to think of any recipes, I pulled out something basic.

Like most homes the stove had been converted to a wood burner. Showing my lack of domestic skills, it took me two attempts to get the thing going.

I made some eggs for breakfast. Scrambled. It was the only kind I knew how to make. They were delicious and sat heavy in my stomach for something so light. It hadn.t dawned on me till now I hadn.t been eating very well. Thinking it through now, I had been skipping meals or picking at my plate for the last few days. The pains in my gut warned me to knock it off. I relented to

my stomachs persistence and made a second plate of eggs.

Perhaps now that the wedding bells were a little far off from the immediate, my stress level was finally dropping.

Lacing up my steel-toed stompers I headed out the door, careful to lock it behind me.

I was thankful Third Street was quiet in the morning hours. No confused looks or whispering neighbors to contend with.

Once I got out of town I was starting to feel like myself again. Same routine I had for years kicking in, overriding my worries about the future. For the next eight hours, I was a huntress for the living. Not a bride, not a daughter, not a spy wanna be or a vamp sympathizer; I was just a survivor.

Adam was already up in the tower looking out over the wall. I couldn.t see his eyes for the binoculars but his mouth was a grim line. That was not a good sign for the day to come. Did we have more aftermath from our city excursion to deal with?

“Hey slacker, how’s it goin?” I called up to him.

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