Time After Time: Cora's Bond Vampire Series #5 by Black V. M

Author:Black, V. M. [Black, V. M.]
Language: eng
Format: azw
Publisher: Swift River Media Group
Published: 2015-01-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Rojek greeted me at the door, and I remembered my manners long enough to pause as the footmen took my jacket and backpack, thanking him for arranging for my grandmother’s things to be donated.

“Of course, madam,” he murmured, but his stoic face managed to radiate approval.

“Where’s Dorian?” I let myself ask—the only thing that I really cared about right then.

“He is awaiting you in the grand salon, madam.”

I looked up the single flight of stairs that led from the entrance to the salon, but I already knew that the angle of the steps would block the view. I thanked the butler as politely as I could, and, aware of the eyes of the servants upon me, I didn’t run up them as fast as I could, calling Dorian’s name like I wanted to. Instead, I steeled myself and walked with careful deliberation, and at the top, I froze.

There was Dorian, dressed in a tuxedo and sitting on one of the sofas with an unconscious grace I could never hope to match, looking as if nothing in the world was wrong.

I opened my mouth to scream at him, to run at him and hit him and cry until I was out of tears and tell him how much I loved him and hated him all at once.

But I couldn’t even move. I could hardly breathe. He stood, slowly, at my appearance—unusually, unnaturally slowly.

Finally, I managed to make my legs move, and I crossed to meet him. He was paler than I’d seen him since he’d first drunk my blood, and his face was hollow, his high cheekbones so sharp that I could cut my heart on them.

I reached out almost tentatively to touch his sleeve, and I felt a ridiculous, irrational surge of relief at the texture of the suit jacket under my fingers. Only then did I risk seizing his hand—for some reason, it did feel like a risk, like there was a chance that it wouldn’t be there. But it was, and at the touch of his naked skin, the touch that in the depths of the night I’d feared that I would never have again, the tension that was still coiled inside my belly unwound all at once, and I swayed under its force.

He was here. He was real. He was alive.

“Dorian.” I breathed his name, and then I bit my lip as I blinked to clear my vision. “Oh, God, Dorian.”

He brushed my cheek with the backs of his fingers and before catching me around my waist, pulling me against his body as all the strength went out of mine. “My love, don’t cry. I’ll never leave you. Even if I have to storm the gates of hell itself, I’ll never leave you.”

I nodded, swallowing back my tears. All I knew was that I’d come close to losing him, but I still had no idea how or what had happened. I saw in his closed face his stark intention of keeping it from me, and deep inside the pit of my stomach, I despaired.

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