You Only Love Twice (London Steampunk: The Blue Blood Conspiracy Book 3) by Bec McMaster

Author:Bec McMaster [McMaster, Bec]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lochaber Press
Published: 2018-08-13T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Curse her to hell.

Obsidian rested his back against the brick wall of the catacombs, the rapid thump of Gemma's heart echoing in the darkness.

This was the worst scenario he'd ever imagined, with Silas moving out there in the cemetery, almost invisible in the fog. If Silas saw Gemma he wouldn't hesitate to shoot her. And Silas was the only dhampir Obsidian wasn't certain he could actually kill.

Gemma wriggled, her skirts pressed against his groin.

"Don't. Move," he breathed in her ear.

She seemed to understand.

Seconds stretched out. Minutes. The heat of her body began to warm him, and the faint scent of her perfume imprinted itself on his skin. All he could hear was the steady thump-thump of her racing heart, and the sound of it began to call the darkness within him. Shadows deepened as his eyesight became clearer. He rarely saw the world in color anymore, for the hunger was always just beneath the surface, but something about Gemma called to another part of him. Color drained back into the world, until he could make out her vibrant, berry-stained skirts.

The pink of her lips.

The creamy perfection of her skin.

His gaze locked on the pulse in her throat, and there was a rush of blood through his cock as his teeth began to ache. The diamond-shaped canines had grown in several years after his initial transformation, as if to give him a predatory edge. Some blue bloods of the Echelon used to file their teeth into points, but for a dhampir they were a natural enhancement.

Gemma's head tilted to the side as she glanced back over her shoulder at him. One eyebrow arched in pointed exasperation as if to say, really?

His fists clenched in her skirts as he whispered, "I haven't drank today."

"And this is definitely the right situation," she breathed back, wriggling her bottom a little, as if to confirm he was indeed erect.

That was the problem with being dhampir. Or perhaps it was merely Gemma. "It's always the right situation."

The hunger never truly went away anymore, but he'd thought he'd had a leash on it until she walked back into his life.

"There is a young woman missing. And one of your brethren took her." Her eyes flashed murder as she turned around, her hand laid flatly against his chest. "Please tell me your companion isn't the goddamn Chameleon."

"He isn't the Chameleon."

The pistol wavered against his chest, and he saw indecision flood through her. "You know who it is."

"Gemma...."

"Don't you lie to me."

"Fine." His expression tightened. "I won't lie. But this is one fight you are better off staying out of."

"I have to stop him," she said.

"Nyet. If you walk out there, you'll die."

"If I don't, then Miss Hamilton will die."

"Better her than you," he said.

Shouts echoed.

Tension slid through him as he turned toward the mouth of the catacombs.

"No," Gemma blurted, slamming her hand to his chest and forcing him back against the wall. "They're my friends."

Yesterday swam between them.

It was the exact same thing she'd said then, and he'd thought she'd chosen them.

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