The Wicked & The Dead (Faery Bargains Book 1) by Melissa Marr

Author:Melissa Marr [Marr, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-08-27T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

My pace quickened as I walked across the dark and light patches of the parking lot without replying to Eli. I was not running. Clearly. I was simply walking quickly. And what was there to say to that? The image of Eli handcuffed to my bed was enough to short-circuit my already lust-soaked brain. Eli wasn’t the one to finally kiss me, despite the fact that I’d granted him a kiss in a bargain. He’d kept his word. He didn’t cross the lines I’d drawn. That was all on me.

And now my lips tasted of honeysuckle wine. His kiss was on my lips like a lingering drink of liquor. I licked my lips, trying to drink the last drops of his kiss.

A moment later, Eli was at my back as I walked. He hummed to himself, as if we were out for a walk at the park instead of going to see a corpse. A guilty whisper in my mind reminded me that I ought to have a little more respect for the dead. This wasn’t a date. Nice girls don’t go to the morgue on their dates.

Or practically dry hump their friends in parking lots.

Of course, if I was a nice girl, a lot of things in my life would be different. I was who I was, and for the most part, I was fine with it. No walk of shame here. Not now, not ever. I straightened my shoulders and strolled across the badly rippled and cracked asphalt. I kept my lazy saunter up until I was at the side entrance to the morgue.

Three men in suits waited at the door like rumpled male Fates who weren’t sure which of them had the scissors. Two of the three looked confused and wary as I approached. The third, Tres, looked at me in hope.

“Miss Crowe,” he said warmly. “I was starting to think you hadn’t received my messages.”

I nodded and cleared my throat. “I had work to handle.”

“Are we still meeting tomorrow?” Tres asked as his gaze raked over me.

I squirmed, wondering what exactly the three men had seen. I wasn’t embarrassed, but it was a bit unprofessional to stop and maul my associate as I had. Perhaps, though, it was no worse than planning to meet my client for reasons that had nothing to do with the case.

“Shall we continue?” Eli said from behind me.

My body heard that question differently than the people with us, and I repressed a shiver of need.

“Lead the way, Mr. Chaddock,” I said as I motioned to the building. The door itself was atypical for the city—it appeared to be a basement floor entry. The illusion was a result of the way the asphalt was built up in the front of the building. There were no deep basements in a city prone to floods, but the morgue was in a new building with architectural oddities, so the men had descended several steps. In the mini stairwell, they were tucked in where they were reasonably secure, illuminated by the greenish light over the thick steel door.

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