But Mariko had lied to him for so long. It wearied her, these stories she spun like yarn to everyone around her. Just once she wanted to tell Kenshin the truth. To put an end to this dance of fury and deception. It was a risk, but her brother had kept her most precious secret in the last few days.
Four seconds later, Katie was down, her foot nearly severed, her throat sliced from ear to ear, and a stake in her chest. Her opponent was dead, both arms severed and his head across the room, but Katie was in bad shape. She was carried up the stairs in a dripping bloody sheet. Leo’s people won the first match, but with Katie down and out, we may have lost the Sangre Duello.I’m finer than fine, Alex answered, eyes on his cameras, his kinky hair sticking to his sweaty face. It was hot in the closet, with all the equipment running and no AC. Or as good as I can be without energy drinks, mainlining espresso and Clif bars. I said nothing. As Sabina talked to Titus and Leo, their voices coming through the windows and not the system, Alex said, You let Eli fight.
Your brother didn’t leave me a choice. He said yes.You coulda coldcocked him and carried him from the line of fire.I nodded slowly, knowing that Alex could see me from the corner of his eye. I could have. I didn’t.
Eli wanted that fight. He chose a good weapon. Something she wasn’t likely to have fired. I had read the dossier on the woman.Not an acceptable reason. He turned his head and met my eyes, his brownish ones darker in the night. You. Let him. Fight. It was an accusation, the words widely spaced and venomous.
He misses it, misses the adrenaline rush, the heightened senses. You know it. I know it. I thought this was a good choice. The safest choice.
That asshole coulda shot him in the head, not the chest. Eli coulda not worn a vest. My brother could be dead.Without another word, I left the Mithran Council Chambers, a crown over my arm, my honeybunch at my side.
Due to a twist in diplomacy and an aggressive move on Leo’s chessboard of vamp politics, the invasion of New Orleans was over, but the danger wasn’t past. A blood challenge might be worse than anything we had faced to date. But I had my team and my love by my side. And I still had myself, my own soul—both of them. Together we could survive.We might, just maybe, even win a challenge to the death.
"Do not be afraid; I am with you." Amelia smiled up at the very tall, golden prince. She swung her arm, and their clasped hands swayed between them. All around them, small, winged sprites sang and danced in mid-air. The warm sun overhead cast the clearing in a soft, honeyed light. The air around them seemed to sparkle and shine as the animals walked through the woods, completely at peace. The perfume of the gardenias and passionflowers made her feel lightheaded and content. She looked around in wonder. Even though she had never been here before, she knew she was in the very heart of the fae garden in the mystical city of Éire Danu."I know you won't hurt me; you're my mate."