Page 9 of A Love So Deadly
Emily nods and disappears. I breathe out a sigh of relief. Even with it being me, my control, my strength, the fact I know I won’t do a thing to Emily, I’m fucking glad she’s leaving. Because it gets harder every day.
Harder to hold it together. Harder not to slip, just for a moment.
No. Harder not to let myself slip. I’ve been this creature for too long to slip like that. But temptation like she offers, that rich, vital blood flowing through her right now, still calls to me. Before she got pregnant, I didn’t even think of her blood, her life force.
The moment she came in knocked up, even before she knew, I smelled the change. So did Vittoria. Then slowly so did the others.
We have a rule, my rule, that we don’t feed on the pregnant, on children and babies.
I’m no fool. I’m aware it’s not followed here and there.
On the grounds of VMR?
It absolutely is.
But even for me I think about Emily’s blood now.
This is a relief.
Having a man take over as my PA is perfect because he won’t ever tempt me now or eventually down the track.
A moment later, the door opens and Elliot Montague steps in.
Shock reverberates because it’s not a man who’s facing me now. It’s a woman.
He’s a she.
I can’t move. Something bigger than blood hunger stirs and swirls up inside.
Elliot’s soft and curved with big cornflower blue eyes and blond curls.
But those blue eyes are intelligent, bitingly so.
“Hi,” she says in a sweet voice that shakes open some long-shut part of me, “I’m Elliot.”
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Elliot
The man’s drop dead gorgeous.
My heart’s fluttering. A bolt of electricity shoots through me as he grasps my hand in a firm shake, his touch lingering as our gazes meet.
He’s cool to the touch, but fire flares in his black eyes and I’m caught, unable to look away. Mouth full of dust, body throbbing, I try and find my equilibrium.
Never in all my life has a reaction to someone been so visceral.
The man, Lucian Vale, is the devil incarnate in an Italian suit made just for him. He’s edged with darkness, seething with wrong beneath the surface, and I can’t help but want to move closer, step into his circle of power, be devoured.
I pull my hand free and fight against stepping back.
Adrenaline rushes my veins, lights up my synapsis.
What the fuck was that?
Devoured?
