The Bloodline War (The Community) by Tracy Tappan

Author:Tracy Tappan [Tappan, Tracy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: B. Reed Publishing
Published: 2013-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty

Jaċken almost turned to glare at Roth with a silent Just give her what she wants, you dumb shit. But he fought off the urge, keeping his eyes locked straight ahead, like a good little damned solider.

A cold knot formed in his stomach, so tight it hurt. If Toni and Roth didn’t manage to smoke the fucking peace pipe together, then Jaċken would have to let Toni walk right back out of his life. Yeah, no prob. And while he was at it, he’d just barbecue his own heart for dinner. Jaċken turned his gaze to the pitcher of water and four glasses sitting in the middle of the conference table. Screw it. LEAVE, already. Whatever. The sight of Toni looking so damned beautiful was making him nuts, anyway.

He shut his eyes briefly and inhaled a slow breath. Christ’s sake, it felt like someone had installed new hardware in his brain—and mis-wired it. His thinking was completely warped. One minute he was filled with an elation he’d never known at having Toni back, his blood practically skipping through his veins, and smelling her was…hell. Having her scent back in his head was such a profound comfort, it made him realize just how broken he’d been this past week. Just how much he needed her to make him feel like a whole person. The other side of his schizophrenic madness wanted to drop-kick her to the curb without delay. Because, thing was, he was under no delusions that if she returned to the community, at some point she’d pick a mate.

Would it be Thomal of the Fine Ass? Most-fucking-likely. Or Dev the Schlong, as he’d heard the man called? Yeah, wouldn’t that be just jim dandy imagining those two bumping fuzzies every day.

Roth’s long exhale jerked Jaċken back to the present.

The leader of Ţărână scrubbed a hand over his face, his expression turning weary, exposing the fatigue Jaċken knew Roth had been feeling all week, if not longer.

Normally, it was impossible to tell the age difference between Jaċken and Roth. Until a Vârcolac became an elder, he or she looked about the same at twenty-one as at one hundred and twenty-one. But at times like these, Roth showed his age. It was in his eyes, the look of a man who’d spent more than a hundred years watching his race die, the look of a man who had an entire species’ existence on his shoulders.

“You may not believe this,” Roth said to Toni, “but we Vârcolac have always prided ourselves on being the good guys. I’ve hated that our desperate straits have led us away from that for a time.” He looked down at his hands for a long moment. “I can’t do it anymore. I just can’t bear everyone’s displeasure; I’m too tired.” He looked up. “I agree to your demands, Toni. No more kidnappings. And if that means our breed must die out, well….” He trailed off.

Jaċken heard the husbands shift in their seats. A heavy pause pushed air out of the room.

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