Dark Passages 2: Pilar & Elias by Sara Reinke

Author:Sara Reinke
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: sara reinke, the brethren series, paranormal series, vampires, paranormal romance, vampire romance, vampire books, vampire fiction, vampire series
Publisher: Sara Reinke

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Pilar lay awake, nestled in Elías’s arms, watching as the digital clock on his nightstand ticked off another minute: 2:03 a.m.

I should go now.

He was sound asleep behind her, had been for the better part of the last hour, having drifted off, exhausted, after they’d made love again for at least the fourth time that night. The warmth of his body, the soft rhythm of his breath, the weight of his arm as it lay draped across her waist and the light pressure of his fingers laced through her own comforted her, lulled her into an all too tempting state of contentment.

Because I don’t want this to end, she thought. I don’t want to lose this feeling…to lose Elías. Not tonight, not ever.

But Tomás Lovato still troubled her, the memory of seeing his bike parked outside of that tavern replaying in her mind over and over, a nagging temptation that she found harder and harder to resist with each passing minute.

I might not get another chance, she thought. And I might not ever get a shot at Pepe, not directly at least. So this could be it. Taking out his lieutenants hurts him, too, in the end. Maybe that will be enough. Maybe then I can get on with my life.

Pilar rolled slightly, looking back at Elías as he lay spooned against her. His forehead was still damp with sweat from exertion; his dark hair clung to his skin in tousled tufts. She leaned over enough to kiss him lightly on the brow. He murmured in his sleep, words she couldn’t make out, but didn’t stir as she then slipped out of bed.

Her dress was in the kitchen, along with her shoes, but before going to retrieve them, she knelt, naked, at his bedside.

My work stays at the office, he’d told her earlier. My gun and handcuffs are in a drawer in my nightstand.

With a cautious glance at the bed to make sure he remained undisturbed, she slowly eased the nightstand drawer open. It was dark, but she caught a glimpse of light from the alarm clock wink off of something metallic—a pair of handcuffs resting on top of some magazines inside the drawer. Moving slowly to minimize noise, she carefully lifted them from the drawer.

Rising to her feet, she leaned over the bed again, taking Elías gently by the hand and rolling him over onto his back. He groaned softly but remained asleep, even as she clasped one of the cuffs around his wrist, then latched the free cuff on to one of the headboard posts, tethering him to it.

I’m sorry, she thought, bending over and kissing him again, feeling ashamed of herself but unwilling to change her mind and turn him loose. I can’t take a chance on you waking up and trying to stop me.

Even though he hadn’t said anything to her about Miguel Torres, he hadn’t needed to; she could read his mind. That was why he’d come to her house that night. He’d meant to confront her about it, or at least question her.

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