Eyes of Ice: A Science Fiction Vampire Detective Novel (Vampire Detective Midnight Book 2) by JC Andrijeski

Author:JC Andrijeski [Andrijeski, JC]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: White Sun Press
Published: 2019-07-30T16:00:00+00:00

They were on the floor.

He couldn’t remember whose idea that was.

He didn’t care… nor did he mind.

He lay on his stomach, sated enough that he was thinking about the thermos of blood on the table over him, wondering if it was still warm.

He had no concept of how long they’d been doing that.

He wondered if she still wanted to watch a movie.

He wondered if she’d watch porn with him while he fucked her again.

She was half-curled around him from behind, tracing his back with her fingers, her leg resting on the small of his back and his ass. The sensation of her fingers was maddening, lulling, both relaxing him and making him hard. The feelings and sensations and pulls warred there, balanced but not, teetering towards one impulse then the other.

“What is this?” she said, soft.

She kissed his back, tracing it with her tongue.

“What is it?” she said again, softer. “What does it mean? The wings?”

He turned, looking up at her.

She met his gaze, holding it as he resettled his face on his arm so he could continue to look at her without craning his neck.

“You don’t know?” he said, soft.

He heard a faint growl in his voice.

She heard it too.

He saw her shiver, right before her fingers tightened on him, clenching briefly in his hair.

His eyes closed, then opened, only to find her looking at him, her eyes brighter.

She smiled, then shook her head.

“No,” she said. “I know it was different. When you fought, it was different… it wasn’t the same design.”

“They changed it,” he said. “In virtual. Disguised it with Farlucci’s club design.” Hesitating, he watched her eyes carefully when he added, “It’s White Death. It’s their mark.”

He watched her take that in.

If he’d been human, he might have held his breath.

As it was, he watched her minutely, studying every nuance of her expression as she turned over what he’d said, what it meant.

“How long ago?” she said, at the end of that silence.

“Over twenty years,” he told her, just as he’d told Farlucci.

She nodded, her eyes still on his.

She hesitated, her eyes full, her mouth pursed, then went back to stroking the tattoo with her fingers. Despite it being an implant, he felt every brush of her fingers, every shift in temperature and pressure.

“You must have been high up,” she ventured, cautious. “When you were with them. They can’t all have these. They can’t all have tattoos like this.”

He opened his eyes, realizing only then that he’d closed them.

Watching her as closely as she watched him, he nodded. “Yes.”

“But you left.”

“Yes.”

“But you were free with them,” she said, a frown pinching the space between her eyebrows. “With them, you didn’t have to be with I.S.F. Or NYPD. You were free. Right?”

He smiled wryly, but not at her.

He shook his head, his voice growing lower, softer.

“No one is free with them,” he said.

“But you weren’t owned. Technically, I mean.”

“I was more owned by them than I ever will be by the I.S.F… or any human government.”

He watched her think about that.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.