Blood Brothers - Captive Blood 1: A Dark Vampire Romance by Arianna Fraser

Author:Arianna Fraser [Fraser, Arianna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-10-01T18:30:00+00:00

I put my hand on the rainy windshield on our way back to my high-end prison. The glass was cool and I was swamped with longing again to be outside. To feel the rain and the chill, look for stars between the ever-present clouds. Pushing the button to lower the window, I sighed when I realized it was locked.

“What are you doing?” scolded James. “You’ll get water all over my leather interior.”

“I just wanted to touch…” I struggled, “outside, I guess.” He gave me a brief glance and the rest of the ride back was silent.

James…

“Wait.”

She turned to me; an eyebrow raised. Already trying to trudge up the stairs to the bedroom when the word escaped me.

“Come here.”

Oh, my girl was so wary, trying to make her way back down while edging away. I chuckled, taking her hand and pulling her along with me. Opening a door across the hall, I led her through.

“Oh…” It was half a sigh, half a sob from her as she stepped out.

My home was surrounded by a high brick wall on two sides, enclosing a little garden not visible from the bedroom windows. The full moon illuminated the lush grass, rose bushes and an ancient carved wooden pergola. It sheltered the plump padded couch inside from the rain. When I switched on the outdoor heating lamps, it felt almost summery in this little space.

I watched her slip off the Louboutin heels I’d given her to wear to the club and set her bare feet carefully in the wet grass. Her pale green eyes closed and her head tilted, sending her glossy black hair cascading down her back. So sophisticated and lovely in that red dress. So different than her first appearance in my agency, with her thrift store office wear and her sloppy braid. My doll breathed in deeply, those pretty breasts rising and falling. I folded my arms, leaning against the brick by the terrace door as I watched her.

She looked up at the full moon, which was casting a light bright enough to illuminate every feature on her lovely face. Giving an odd little huff, she turned her face away.

“You’re upset,” I said.

I’d never heard this tone from her, laughing and crying at the same time. “I just realized, I missed Thanksgiving and Christmas, and no one even left me a message, did they?” My sweet doll turned to look at me, “You can tell me, James. I know you check my phone.”

“No. There were no messages,” I admitted.

Lacing her fingers on top of her head, she walked further into the garden. “That’s why you never worried about kidnapping me. You knew I wouldn’t be missed.”

There was nothing for me to say. She was right.

“Never mind,” she shook her head decisively, as if shaking off her grief.

Fingers delicately examining a tightly furled lavender blossom she asked, "What kind of rose is this?"

"Fleur Le Petit Éternité," I answered, still focused on the delicate touch of her fingers. "The strain grows with lavender in Provence.

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