The Vampire's Thirst by T.M. Smith

Author:T.M. Smith [Smith, T.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 2023-08-30T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Jace curled into a chair, her feet tucked under her while her thumb held her place in The Path: The Words of the Warrior Ohngel as Recorded by the Cambion. Despite grumbling about the dust, smell, and cantankerous old bastard at the register, Tyr had rummaged through a Covenkirk bookstore to buy all five volumes. Rough Goth exterior aside, he was all heart, finding the time for her when he had so much going on.

Besides a trip to a bookstore, Tyr had squeezed in a couple rides with her on the back of his motorcycle after he presented Jace with her own bike leathers and boots. Surprising herself and the warlock, they were growing close fast. He was unlike anyone she had met, and his heart sang to hers.

Today he came to her place at the stronghold bloody and tired from fighting Arisen Dawn at some gateway to Earth. After a meal, a shower, pleasuring Jace, another shower, and a short nap, he prepared to leave again, but Kole ordered his warriors to rotate into on-off shifts. They were exhausted from skirmishes, training recruits around the clock, watching multiple portals for signs of rebel activity, and searching for Cerberus’s hidden garrison.

Now her new warlock lover lazed on the couch in her apartment, watching a football game with Ram, enjoying a brief but well-deserved rest.

A shout drew her attention as Ram jumped up, a beer bottle in his hand. “Bad call, ref. Pass interference, idiot.”

Tyr shrugged, peeling the label off his lager, a brew from the demon region of Knife’s Edge Ram had brought along. Her warlock was probably okay with the call because he was rooting for a different team. He was a Seahawks fan while Ram went for the 49ers. Or was it the other way around? Didn’t matter. They deserved to let off steam.

Jace rose to gather the sandwich plates. “More?”

The two men exchanged hungry glances. “We wouldn’t turn down another.” Tyr gave her his bad-boy grin which made her toes curl. Later he’d be getting more than sliced ham.

“Where are Denim and Jonquil?” she asked Ram.

Squinted eyes glued to the screen, he answered. “The mate’s running a few recruits through hand-to-hand techniques. I feel sorry for them. She’s merciless. Broke some guy’s arm the other day. Lucky we heal fast. The pest is still with my father.” Ram shuddered. “He’s stuffing her with bad food and teaching her worse habits. It’ll take a week to get her back in shape.”

Once Jace stacked two more sandwiches thick with ham, roasted pork, onions, pickles, and Swiss cheese in front of the football fans, she snuggled into her chair.

With a mouth chock-full of food, Tyr garbled a question. “What did you call this?”

“A Cuban sandwich.”

“S’great.” As he moaned with pleasure, Ram nodded, chewing with his eyes closed in silent appreciation.

Tilting the light into a better position, Jace returned to her favorite parable in The Path, a smile tugging at her lips.

Be not bothered by those who would imprison your body.

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