Forever Bound (Vampire Brides) by Karpov Kinrade & Midnight Coven

Author:Karpov Kinrade & Midnight Coven [Kinrade, Karpov]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5: Where we drink too much homemade vodka and tell all our secrets.

I shiver and hiccup, which is a really weird reaction to telling someone the truth, but there it is. I get hiccups when I confess grave sins.

Ivan places his large hand on mine, thin scars—almost like veins—running over his pale skin. "You do not have to speak of this if you do not wish to," he says in a deep, sexy voice.

At this point, if I'm being totally honest with myself, everything he says and does is sexy. Maybe that's the way it's supposed to go with the mate bond thing, I don't know, but it's distracting as hell. It's really hard to get your emo angst going on when you're turned on, ya know?

I hiccup again as a reply, and he raises an eyebrow and leaves me for a moment to open the drawer by the bed. He pulls out two crystal glasses and a bottle of clear liquid, then pours each of us a generous cup.

"Drink," he says, handing it to me. "It will warm your body and loosen your tongue, if that is what you wish."

That sounds ominous.

So naturally I do as he says. We clink glasses and I drink deeply and nearly spit it all out. "This is vodka," I say.

He nods, not even flinching as he drinks. Is this a Russian thing or a vampire-god thing?

"You know I've hardly eaten in days. If I drink this, I'll be sick."

He frowns. "It has been so long since my own humanity that I have forgotten how many needs you have to keep you alive." He sets his cup down. "Give me a moment. I will return and then we will talk, and you will try to convince me of your monstrous nature, and I will show you how wrong you are."

His words send shivers down my spine. If only I could latch onto them and believe that they were true.

I gingerly sip at the vodka while I wait for him to return, and I consider what my life is going to look like moving forward. I'm bonded to a vampire? This means I'll likely have to become a vampire, right? This is so freaking weird.

Which is, like, the understatement of the year. And also feels perverse. Why should I be the one to live forever after all I've done?

Ivan returns with a platter of food so tantalizing my eyes nearly pop out of my head. "Where did you get that?" I ask. "Certainly not from that place you call a kitchen." I shudder at the memory of the eyeballs in a glass jar.

He grins. "I have my ways, which I will elaborate on once you finish telling me your secrets." He places the tray on a table in front of the fireplace, and I join him as we each take a chair.

I fill my belly in silence, while he waits patiently, watching me with unreadable eyes. His mere presence calms something inside me that hasn't felt settled in six long, hellish years.

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