Blood Kiss by Evangeline Anderson

Author:Evangeline Anderson [Anderson, Evangeline]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Evangeline Anderson Books
Published: 2017-12-08T18:00:00+00:00

“Kate? Wake up—wake up, now.” A large hand was shaking me and a voice was calling my name. I usually wake up right away but this time it took me a while to pull out of the dream—or should I say nightmare. It was like swimming upwards towards the light through sludgy water. Tendrils of the dream gripped my mind like slick fingers made of seaweed and tried to pull me back down to the darkness.

When I opened my eyes it seemed that the dream hadn’t ended after all but had simply jumped to a higher level. A face was looking down into my own—a face with glowing eyes—a vampire! I was lying down, helpless, and there was a vampire leaning over me!

My heart started beating triple-time in my chest as I shoved away from him and reached under my pillow in one motion. The cool, comforting grip of the Glock was seated in my sweaty palm in a second. I pointed it at my attacker’s head.

“Get the fuck away from me before I blow a hole in you,” I said.

“Kate! Whoa—stop—it’s me. It’s Michael.” The voice was familiar but the dream lingered like cobwebs sticking to my brain. Still, it kept me from shooting although my finger was itching to pull the trigger.

“Get back,” I said again.

“Kate, please.” He reached out to the side of the bed and switched on the lamp. A dim glow lit the room, making his features more familiar and less threatening. “It’s just me—see? I think you just had a bad dream. A really bad dream.”

I took a deep trembling breath and then another, letting my finger inch off the trigger little by little. It was just Michael. I was all right. The Monsignor wasn’t in the room with me and my Uncle Harry wasn’t lying dead on the floor at my feet. Just a dream, just the same horrible dream with a new surprise ending. Or had it been a message? Did The Monsignor have the power to invade my dreams?

I put down the gun and pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to ease the painful tension that had gathered behind my eyes. When I lowered my hand, it came away wet.

“Kate, honey…” There was a helpless tenderness in Michael’s deep voice. “Don’t cry,” he whispered. “Or cry if you want to, but come here while you do it.”

I don’t know why I went to him. I don’t know why he wanted me to. By all rights he should have been trying to get as far away as he could from the crazy lady sharing his bed and waving a gun in his face. But he didn’t. He held out his arms and I went to him and pressed my wet cheek against his broad bare chest and sobbed.

“All right, it’s all right,” he whispered, stroking my hair away from my flushed cheeks. His hands were gentle and soothing and his arms around me were warm and strong. Uncle Harry used to hug me like that.

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