Page 132 of The Vampire's Mercy
Medusa tugged me toward the doorway, lowering her voice. “It’s closing. Let’s make a run for it.”
“What are you saying?” Elio questioned, a squeak in his tone.
“After three,” I whispered.
She counted us down, speaking through the corner of her mouth.
“Don’t move!” the elf screamed. “Don’t you dare?—”
Before I could contemplate it, Medusa pulled me through the doorway, the gun firing with a mighty crack.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
SILVANUS
“Is that what sunlight looks like?” I asked my golden-haired lover.
He brought my hand to his lips, planting a kiss on my knuckles. “Stop with the praise.”
We were naked together on a bed, moonlight pouring in through the skylight. We’d fucked on the silky sheets, both of us spent from the aggressive activity.
Just once I would like it to be gentler, rather than all the aggressive thrusting and spanking.
“I can’t help it,” I said.
There were marks on his neck from where he’d ordered me to bite him, his blood staining the rich golden hues of his skin.
The rest of the room was smeared like oil across a lens, white rose petals falling from the ceiling. I knew I was dreaming, remembering, and I wanted to hold onto it until I at least knew his name.
“You’re so lovely.” Basking in his beauty was how I imagined sunbathing might be. Warm and glorious, a mood lifting experience.
Yet the sun meant death.
This golden-haired man meant?—
I woke up to the darkness of my sleeping pit, pulled from sleep by movement in my chambers.
Elio?
“Majesty,” his soft voice spoke above me. “Oh, Majesty. I have distressing news.”
“What is it?” I answered.
“It’s Paris Raine. He’s alive.”
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
PARIS
Istumbled into a wall, the temperature super cold, ears ringing from the gunfire.
“Shit!” I yelped, jumping back, spinning to face a door left ajar.
Thedoor from the tower.
Oh, shit. The tower. We were at the tower. Medusa’s doorway really worked.
“Stupid elf,” Medusa seethed, brushing down her scales. “He could’ve ruined everything. Did he get you?”
