Blood Ties Book Three: Ashes To Ashes. Jennifer Armintrout

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      Max grinned. “Now you’re speaking my language. Let’s take a turn on the Ferris wheel, then we’ll find some.”

      I’ve never been a fan of heights, so I should have been grateful to be preoccupied on the halting trip to the top. Somehow, I couldn’t be grateful for the torrid images of Nathan and Bella that swamped my mind.

      It occurred to me that he’d never be able to hang on to Bella, who had Call of the Wild stamped all over her. Knowing they were probably doomed to failure cheered me up a little.

      Still, I couldn’t shake the torturous scenes, or the self-deprecating commentary that went with them. Of course he’s attracted to her. She probably doesn’t wear pajama pants in public or go a day without washing her hair. She’s also a size four around her hips and the size of a small solar system around her chest.

      Feeling fat, ugly and petrified of falling to my doom, I closed my eyes and sighed.

      Max apparently took it for an expression of contentment, because he looped an arm companionably around my shoulders and sighed in turn. “I know, this is awesome, isn’t it?”

      “I’m not really into being off the ground. But the view is nice.”

      “The view is gorgeous.” He looked at me as though I was insane for not appreciating the experience. “But that’s not what I was talking about.”

      It was my turn to give him the are-you-insane? look.

      “This.” He gestured broadly, as though he could encompass the entire city with his arms. “Hanging out, screwing around, just being normal people.”

      “Normal people who drink blood and burst into flame in sunlight?” I snorted. “But far be it from me to interrupt your little delusion.”

      He settled against the seat and replaced his arm around my shoulder. “You know what I mean. For the past three weeks there hasn’t been any occult shit going on. Not a peep from the Soul Eater. No faxes from the Movement. No drama.”

       Except for in our love lives. But you don’t know that part yet.

      “Well, there was that whole thing where I broke up with my sire and you got dumped by Bella.” I’d sworn to myself I wouldn’t bring her up again, but I was desperate to get him off his life-is-great kick. The way he talked with his hands when he was happy seemed bound to tip us out of our car.

      Not that I begrudged him his I’m-on-top-of-the-world attitude—okay, maybe a little—but when he found out about Bella and Nathan he would come crashing down from his high as quickly as if he’d fallen from the Ferris wheel.

      Instead of arguing with me, he chuckled. “You’re trying to pick a fight.”

      “Guilty as charged.”

      He inhaled deeply. The air smelled of the city—hot cement and traffic exhaust—and carnival food, the scents of humanity only a vampire could truly appreciate. “Try all you want, I ain’t gonna bite. Nothing can ruin tonight for me. Nothing.”

      With a parody of his contented sigh, I leaned my head on his shoulder. “If I don’t get a drink soon, I’m going to stake you.”

      

      As promised, when we escaped the Ferris wheel of doom, we headed for our nightly circuit of bars and blues clubs. At a few we were becoming regulars. At the rest, Max had already established himself as one.

      We’d thrown back enough alcohol to kill a small rhino by the time our final stop on the booze tour announced last call.

      Squinting at his watch through heavy-lidded, redrimmed eyes, Max frowned in drunken confusion. “What? It can’t be last call yet.”

      “It is,” I insisted with the knowing, superior tone of a complete inebriate. “And it sucks.”

      “It does.” He looked around the bar, his mouth set in a grim line. “The band is going to leave.”

      “Yeah.” I rested my forearms on the table and dropped my head onto them. I heard the scrape of his chair, and when I looked up he was swerving across the empty dance floor toward the musicians on the tiny stage. He spoke to them a minute, pointed at me, then returned with a confident, drunken swagger. The band started a slow blues ballad and he gestured for me to join him.

      If I’d learned anything since coming to Chicago with Max, it was that he enjoyed any activity that required putting his hands on a woman. I stumbled toward him. It wouldn’t be the first time we’d danced drunkenly in a bar at closing time. And that struck me as just a tad pathetic.

      Not so pathetic I wouldn’t do it again. I liked being close to Max, in a totally platonic way. He was the guy friend I’d never had. Actually, until I’d become a vampire, I’d never had any friends. It was nice being with someone who didn’t expect anything from me short of just hanging around.

      Unlike Nathan. I was supposed to stay at his side, waiting for him like a faithful dog, should he ever need me. The unfortunate comparison put me in mind of Werewolves, and I had to blink back cold tears.

      Max’s arms tightened around my waist and he leaned his head against mine as we shuffled clumsily to the music. “Can we just keep doing this forever?”

      “Dancing?” I mumbled, toying with a lock of hair at the back of his neck.

      I felt his chuckle deep in his chest. “No, stupid. Just doing this. Going out and having fun and not worrying about falling in love or being alone. Nothing ever has to change, we’d never have to worry about getting hurt. Wouldn’t that be great?”

      If I hadn’t been drunk, it would have sounded as messed up as it really was. Instead, I looked up at Max as though he’d cured cancer and world hunger simultaneously. “That’s so smart.”

      “I know.” He frowned. “I always get my best ideas when I’m drunk.”

      The bartender called us a cab—rather ungraciously— and I’m sure Max overpaid the driver when we got out at his building.

      “This place—” I interrupted myself with a dainty belch. “This place looks like Dracula’s castle.”

      “I know. It’s depressing.” A fleeting look of sadness crossed his face. “That was Marcus for you.”

      When we got into the elevator, Max stood a little closer than usual. When we got out, he took my hand for the short walk to the door. Instead of opening it, he pulled me flush against his body and kissed me, the scent of Bell’s Two-Hearted ale lingering on his mouth.

      I had consumed a lot of alcohol myself, but not so much to silence the alarm bells going off in my head. I jerked back so fast our teeth clinked.

      “Max, what the hell are you doing?”

      Dazed, he squinted at me for a few seconds before he focused his eyes, then grinned. “Oh, come on, Carrie. You know you’re curious, too.”

      I was. Max was like the СКАЧАТЬ