Blood Red. Sharon Page
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Название: Blood Red
Автор: Sharon Page
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Эротическая литература
Серия: Blood
isbn: 9780758282194
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He had stared down at her, his gaze surprised, and she prayed her heart wasn’t showing on her sleeve. But dear God, she couldn’t let them risk destroying Yannick.
Father had frowned. “Not to worry, lass. I am the expert here. Experiment shows that curare does not kill vampires—in the right amounts—due to their slower breathing rate and the enhanced strength of their muscles.” He had patted her hand. “I don’t intend to kill him, lovey, not even by mistake. I need him.”
Now, alone in her room, Althea stared up at her dark ceiling. Don’t come, Yannick.
Though what was worse? If he stayed away and risked being poisoned? But if he came to her, he would force her to choose.
She shouldn’t have any doubts at all. As a slayer—a hunter—she should disable him without even a qualm. A hunter couldn’t afford to dwell in emotion and doubt.
What was that? The beat of wings? A whisper of sound different from that of rain striking leaves.
Neck arched, ears straining, she waited. For long moments. Long enough that her back grew stiff and her shoulders twitched from the tension in them.
She should be relieved he wasn’t coming, but instead, she felt sick deep inside. She dropped back on the bed and closed her eyes.
Angel…
Her lashes flickered. She must have fallen asleep. The weight of the blankets lay along her body. Was he truly here? Was she dreaming?
She opened her eyes to pitch dark. With no moon, there was no light at all—even the lamps in the inn’s yard had been extinguished. Only the brush of air, the beat of large, graceful wings, told her he was there.
While he could see her and didn’t need light, she did. Althea sat up. “Yannick?” She reached for the table beside her, to light her stump of a candle.
But before she found the flint, the bed dipped with his weight beside her and fingers twined with hers, stopping her from striking her light. Long, elegant fingers. Cool.
“Yannick.” She whispered it again, a smile on her lips. A welcoming one that she truly felt even as her other hand searched for the collar. He was but inches away and she sensed him, but she couldn’t make out more than a dark shape.
He caught her by the elbow as she touched the collar. Strong hands grasped both her wrists, not hard, not rough, but she couldn’t twist free. His scent washed over her, male skin touched by fresh rain. He lifted her hands over her head. She gasped as he eased her onto the bed.
No, love. Bastien.
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