Tall, Dark & Deadly by Kharma Kelley

Tall, Dark & Deadly by Kharma Kelley

Author:Kharma Kelley
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wicked Bayou Press
Published: 2016-09-08T00:00:00+00:00


Chapter Eleven

Chloë felt the thousand little tingles on her flesh dissipate as the fading subsided and found herself in a small loft condo. She reluctantly unlocked her arms from around Ethan as his hands slowly slid from around her waist. As Chloë looked around, she noticed steel shades that were pulled down in a beautiful, sleek living room with a sofa, an ottoman, and a quaint coffee table. The walls were a deep gray with a few paintings from Dali scattered about.

"Where are we? This isn't your place."

Ethan took off his coat and laid it on the arm of the sofa. "Actually, this is my place," he said. "One of them at least."

Chloë pointed at one of the paintings. "You like Dali?"

Ethan looked at the painting of Dali's The Sandman and smiled. "Yes. I enjoy surrealism. I find it very...dreamlike."

Chloë turned to look at him. "How many homes do you have?"

Ethan looked around, turning on more lights. "Enough. I've lived a long time and all over the world, Chloë. I have a few places to call home when I get bored or need some space. Some are known to the Bureau, some of them are not. It comes in handy when I need to be off the grid. No one knows about this particular safe house." He met her eyes. "Except you."

Chloë gave him a soft smile as she took off her jacket, laying it on top of his. "I feel mighty privileged. Are we still in New Orleans or are we in Bora Bora? Please say Bora Bora."

Ethan scoffed. "No, sorry, but we're still in the New Orleans area. We can stay here until we're ready to intercept the Woe. The Bureau is probably running full force by now, so it's good we're off the streets. We need to stay that way."

Chloë nodded. "Agreed. Also, this is much better than the digs we would've had rooming with Keturah. She owns a string of apartments in Metairie, but they could use some upkeep. She's not much on maintenance on stuff outside of Pale Riders."

The mention of her Soulseeker acquaintance piqued his interest. "How did you and Keturah become friends? Seems like a rather odd kinship. A Soulseeker and a vampire going shoe shopping?" To him, it sounded a lot like a bad parlor joke.

"Hey, there's nothing odd about going shoe shopping, Ethan." She smirked to compliment her sarcasm. "How dare you."

Ethan scoffed and simply returned a smirk of his own. "You know what I meant."

Chloë shrugged. "Keturah doesn't see me as a vampire. In fact, she's always just been fascinated by what I am and decided long ago not to judge or label it. We don't know how we work, we just do. Like a lion befriending a gazelle. It's odd, but somehow it works. During those dark days when I was alone and saw the streets as hunger and survival, it was she who found me. She gave me work in her revues, helped me understand what I was. In hindsight, I should have never left from under her wing, no pun intended.



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