The Deadliest Bite Read Online Free Page A
Author: Jennifer Rardin
wasn’t trying —it’s not? Cool!” Nice to think that the folks who cal ed the shots upstairs had actual y approved of Raoul’s helping me for once. Especial y since it had involved saving my neck again.
“So what do you and the other Eldhayr think about this dude? What did you cal him, Aaron?” I asked, pointing my chin toward the failed assassin.
Raoul pul ed me aside. “I’m not al owed to interfere there.” He looked hard into my eyes, trying to communicate information I hadn’t known him long enough to decipher. He said, “Al I can say is that it’s good, real y good, that you didn’t kil him. Keep doing that.”
“What about Vayl?” I asked. “What can you say about him?”
“Do you real y need to hear that he’s going to be okay? You already know that, Jaz. A bul et to the head can’t kil a vampire as powerful as him.”
I shrugged. It’s one thing to understand something intel ectual y. It’s something completely different to see your lover looking ful y dead from a head wound. So I reminded myself again, He’s just been knocked out. If you lifted his head you’d see the back of his skull has probably already re-formed. You shouldn’t be trying to figure out how your stomach can manage to clench itself that tight. You should be patting yourself on the back for hooking up with a guy who’s that tough to kill .
“Jasmine? Jaz? Is it over? What happened?”
The voice, smal and tinny, could’ve been mistaken for one of my inner girls, the various parts of my personality that I chat with when I’m überstressed or strapped for choices. But it was real. And hysterical y worried. I suddenly realized I’d dropped my phone during the fight and now Jack was trying to dial China with his nose.
“Cut it out,” I murmured as I picked it up. “You don’t even like rice.” I laid the receiver against my ear. “Cassandra? I can’t believe you’re stil there.”
“He’s important!”
“Of course he is. But he’l be fine. Vampires are—”
“No! I mean, yes, of course. But I’m talking about the young man.”
“WHAT? You can’t be on Raoul’s side in this. This guy Aaron nearly kil ed us both!” I glared at the would-be murderer. He stared straight at me. Raised his chin slightly. But his lower lip was sending out an SOS I figured his mom could hear from inside her local beauty shop’s hair dryer.
Cassandra yel ed, “Jasmine Elaine Parks, you listen to your future sister-in-law, dammit!
Something is making me tingle like I’m electrified. Let me talk to Aaron!” I held the phone out to him. “You have a cal .”
He looked away. “I’m busy.”
“Either you talk to the nice lady or I punch your lights out.” His eyes, suddenly round and uncertain, went to Raoul, so I added, “Oh, don’t look to him for help. He’s like the UN. He’l bitch and whine about my behavior, but he’l sit back and let me do the dirty work because, in the end, he knows I’m the one who’s gonna save the world.”
Raoul growled, “That was a low blow.”
I shrugged. “I’m sorry. I know the Eminent is always tying your hands. I just tend to get pissy when people try to kil the guy I love.” I looked up at him. “But I do appreciate you coming when you did.
Stel ar timing, as usual.”
I shoved the phone toward Aaron. “The threat stil stands, mainly because I’m stil highly ticked off and I wanna hit something. It’d be so great if you gave me an excuse.” Aaron took the phone, staring at me suspiciously as he said, “Hel o? Yes. No.” He listened for a while before his face puckered. But he managed to master the emotion Cassandra had eked out of him before he said another word. Which was “Thanks.”
He handed the phone back to me. “Wel ?” I asked the woman on the other end, who deserved a respectful ear, both because she’d survived nearly a thousand years on this Earth and because she’d chosen to spend the next fifty or so with my brother.
Cassandra took a
“So what do you and the other Eldhayr think about this dude? What did you cal him, Aaron?” I asked, pointing my chin toward the failed assassin.
Raoul pul ed me aside. “I’m not al owed to interfere there.” He looked hard into my eyes, trying to communicate information I hadn’t known him long enough to decipher. He said, “Al I can say is that it’s good, real y good, that you didn’t kil him. Keep doing that.”
“What about Vayl?” I asked. “What can you say about him?”
“Do you real y need to hear that he’s going to be okay? You already know that, Jaz. A bul et to the head can’t kil a vampire as powerful as him.”
I shrugged. It’s one thing to understand something intel ectual y. It’s something completely different to see your lover looking ful y dead from a head wound. So I reminded myself again, He’s just been knocked out. If you lifted his head you’d see the back of his skull has probably already re-formed. You shouldn’t be trying to figure out how your stomach can manage to clench itself that tight. You should be patting yourself on the back for hooking up with a guy who’s that tough to kill .
“Jasmine? Jaz? Is it over? What happened?”
The voice, smal and tinny, could’ve been mistaken for one of my inner girls, the various parts of my personality that I chat with when I’m überstressed or strapped for choices. But it was real. And hysterical y worried. I suddenly realized I’d dropped my phone during the fight and now Jack was trying to dial China with his nose.
“Cut it out,” I murmured as I picked it up. “You don’t even like rice.” I laid the receiver against my ear. “Cassandra? I can’t believe you’re stil there.”
“He’s important!”
“Of course he is. But he’l be fine. Vampires are—”
“No! I mean, yes, of course. But I’m talking about the young man.”
“WHAT? You can’t be on Raoul’s side in this. This guy Aaron nearly kil ed us both!” I glared at the would-be murderer. He stared straight at me. Raised his chin slightly. But his lower lip was sending out an SOS I figured his mom could hear from inside her local beauty shop’s hair dryer.
Cassandra yel ed, “Jasmine Elaine Parks, you listen to your future sister-in-law, dammit!
Something is making me tingle like I’m electrified. Let me talk to Aaron!” I held the phone out to him. “You have a cal .”
He looked away. “I’m busy.”
“Either you talk to the nice lady or I punch your lights out.” His eyes, suddenly round and uncertain, went to Raoul, so I added, “Oh, don’t look to him for help. He’s like the UN. He’l bitch and whine about my behavior, but he’l sit back and let me do the dirty work because, in the end, he knows I’m the one who’s gonna save the world.”
Raoul growled, “That was a low blow.”
I shrugged. “I’m sorry. I know the Eminent is always tying your hands. I just tend to get pissy when people try to kil the guy I love.” I looked up at him. “But I do appreciate you coming when you did.
Stel ar timing, as usual.”
I shoved the phone toward Aaron. “The threat stil stands, mainly because I’m stil highly ticked off and I wanna hit something. It’d be so great if you gave me an excuse.” Aaron took the phone, staring at me suspiciously as he said, “Hel o? Yes. No.” He listened for a while before his face puckered. But he managed to master the emotion Cassandra had eked out of him before he said another word. Which was “Thanks.”
He handed the phone back to me. “Wel ?” I asked the woman on the other end, who deserved a respectful ear, both because she’d survived nearly a thousand years on this Earth and because she’d chosen to spend the next fifty or so with my brother.
Cassandra took a