Blood Bath, A Paranormal/Urban Fantasy (The Maurin Kincaide Series Book 4) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Rachel Rawlings
my apartment, bruised and brawling , flashed through my mind. While some carnal and obviously twisted part of me found that arousing, I had to stop them before things went too far. Cash was a member of the Council, fighting him outside of a sanctioned challenge was the same as treason - even if Cash was egging Aidan on.
I threw the door open, my lack of clothes completely forgotten until one set of eyes raked over my chest barely hidden by the towel and the other scorched their way up my exposed legs. I was immediately assaulted with em otions - rage, jealousy, desire. I clutched the towel with one hand and the doorknob with the other for support.
"I thought you'd get the hint after the first twenty minutes of pounding. You're going to break the damn door."
"With these wards? I hardly think so." Aidan pointed to something etched into the inside top of the door jam.
Squinting I struggled to see the faint markings. The more I concentrated, the more visible the tiny runes b ecame. Once I knew what to look for I saw them running down the sides as well. Why hadn't I seen them before? I needed to add the strange markings to the ever growing list of things to talk to Arawn about.
Their collective breath, taking in my scent, as I stood between them sent a chill racing down my spine and goose bumps across my skin.
"Well, in that case you can rip out each other's throats for all I fucking care." A bitter laugh escaped me as almost identical looks of shock took up residence on their faces. I slammed the door shut and headed for the vodka in the freezer.
"Maurin. Open the door." Cash's turn to knock.
"Knock until your knuckles bleed. I don't give a shit." I poured a shot of espresso vodka and slammed it back.
I heard the door open and cursed myself for forgetting to lock it. Not that they couldn't have busted it down if they wanted to. It was respect for me, for my space , that kept them on the other side of the door. That and the wards, which apparently only stopped someone who meant me harm. Without thinking or caring which of them entered first, I turned and hurled the shot glass. Cash caught it before it hit him in the face.
"I'm guessing that was meant for you." He cast a smug glance Aidan's way and walked in like he owned the place.
"It was meant for whoever was dumb enough to let themselves in. What good are wards if anybody can waltz in my front door?"
Conry's collar jangled as he jumped off the couch. A low growl building in his throat. Cash tentatively held out a hand. My guardian sniffed, nudged and licked. Apparently satisfied that this wasn't a home invasion , Conry returned to his spot on the couch.
"Hey, you're supposed to be on my side. Some guardian you are." Conry let me know exactly what he thought about that comment by turning around on the cushion until I was literally looking at the wrong end of a dog. I took a swig from the bottle since Cash still palm ed my shot glass. "Are you going to tell me what you want?"
"You know what I want." No insinuating there, that was pretty straight forward. A little glint flashed in Cash's eyes. Good thing Aidan didn't see it.
The oxygen was sucked out of the room and replaced with a suffocating amount of testosterone. Aidan finally crossed the threshold and positioned himself between the two of us.
"Stop trying to piss him off, Cash. He and I are managing just fine without your help. Tell me what you want and go home. Please. "
For the second time , they both wore similar expressions. Not shock, maybe concern. I don't think it was the please so much as the way I said it. Even I caught the hurt and exhaustion in my voice. I wanted to take it back as soon as it left my mouth.
"Your presence has been requested at Risqué." Cash was all business now.
"You're a councilman not a messenger. They couldn't get someone else to get me?" Something was up. Aidan was too quiet.
"We did send someone else. He was supposed to have you there forty-five minutes ago." He didn't need
I threw the door open, my lack of clothes completely forgotten until one set of eyes raked over my chest barely hidden by the towel and the other scorched their way up my exposed legs. I was immediately assaulted with em otions - rage, jealousy, desire. I clutched the towel with one hand and the doorknob with the other for support.
"I thought you'd get the hint after the first twenty minutes of pounding. You're going to break the damn door."
"With these wards? I hardly think so." Aidan pointed to something etched into the inside top of the door jam.
Squinting I struggled to see the faint markings. The more I concentrated, the more visible the tiny runes b ecame. Once I knew what to look for I saw them running down the sides as well. Why hadn't I seen them before? I needed to add the strange markings to the ever growing list of things to talk to Arawn about.
Their collective breath, taking in my scent, as I stood between them sent a chill racing down my spine and goose bumps across my skin.
"Well, in that case you can rip out each other's throats for all I fucking care." A bitter laugh escaped me as almost identical looks of shock took up residence on their faces. I slammed the door shut and headed for the vodka in the freezer.
"Maurin. Open the door." Cash's turn to knock.
"Knock until your knuckles bleed. I don't give a shit." I poured a shot of espresso vodka and slammed it back.
I heard the door open and cursed myself for forgetting to lock it. Not that they couldn't have busted it down if they wanted to. It was respect for me, for my space , that kept them on the other side of the door. That and the wards, which apparently only stopped someone who meant me harm. Without thinking or caring which of them entered first, I turned and hurled the shot glass. Cash caught it before it hit him in the face.
"I'm guessing that was meant for you." He cast a smug glance Aidan's way and walked in like he owned the place.
"It was meant for whoever was dumb enough to let themselves in. What good are wards if anybody can waltz in my front door?"
Conry's collar jangled as he jumped off the couch. A low growl building in his throat. Cash tentatively held out a hand. My guardian sniffed, nudged and licked. Apparently satisfied that this wasn't a home invasion , Conry returned to his spot on the couch.
"Hey, you're supposed to be on my side. Some guardian you are." Conry let me know exactly what he thought about that comment by turning around on the cushion until I was literally looking at the wrong end of a dog. I took a swig from the bottle since Cash still palm ed my shot glass. "Are you going to tell me what you want?"
"You know what I want." No insinuating there, that was pretty straight forward. A little glint flashed in Cash's eyes. Good thing Aidan didn't see it.
The oxygen was sucked out of the room and replaced with a suffocating amount of testosterone. Aidan finally crossed the threshold and positioned himself between the two of us.
"Stop trying to piss him off, Cash. He and I are managing just fine without your help. Tell me what you want and go home. Please. "
For the second time , they both wore similar expressions. Not shock, maybe concern. I don't think it was the please so much as the way I said it. Even I caught the hurt and exhaustion in my voice. I wanted to take it back as soon as it left my mouth.
"Your presence has been requested at Risqué." Cash was all business now.
"You're a councilman not a messenger. They couldn't get someone else to get me?" Something was up. Aidan was too quiet.
"We did send someone else. He was supposed to have you there forty-five minutes ago." He didn't need
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