Page 73 of Rage

“Castille!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he groaned as his climax exploded.

They collapsed on the bed in a tangle of limbs, panting.

“I’ve never come like that in my life.”

“It only gets better, Batya the Bloody.”

“Won’t our…relationship be a problem?”

Castille laughed.

“You think the people who’ve watched me drink blood are going to draw the line at sleeping with a recruit?”

She shrugged.

“Nobody cares as long as it doesn’t make us ineffective.”

“Duly noted.”

Batya curled into his arms, running the tip of her finger down his abs. She licked his nipple and smiled when he sucked in a breath.

“So, Castille the Butcher, is there anything that’s off-limits?”

“As long as nobody’s bleeding to death…”

She cradled a knife in her hands.

“Good.”

Chapter Fourteen

Days later, Batya was feeling more at home than she ever had. The restlessness she’d gotten used to had been calmed. There was just one more thing she needed to do.

Right after lunch, she approached Khyron.

“Sir?”

“Yes, Batya.”

“I’d like access to a secure line so I can call my mother.”

“Of course.”

He left her alone in the small room. When her mother’s face popped up on the screen, Batya smiled.

“Oh honey, it’s so good to see you! I was wondering when you’d call.”

“It took a little while to settle in but I wanted to let you know that I’m okay.”

“You took one of those private jobs you were telling me about?”

“Yes, but I can’t tell you anything about it.”

“I understand.”

Her mother paused, her eyes glistening a bit.

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