A Siren's Song (Ride Of The Darkyrie 2) - Plot & Excerpts
Not the figs and brine scent from my first encounter with the Cross, but something more sensual and appealing. There’d been no pain as the blade sliced into my skin and for a moment, the flesh gaped open—clean and smooth like slicing into a ham. Then something welled blue and viscous, spilling forth down my arm and all over the gray carpet. I was more aware of the strong chest against my back than any sensation from the flesh I’d filleted open as we crashed to the floor. For the second time in as many days, my body was not my own. I knew lust. Desire. Want. I’d had lovers before, but never understood more than the mechanics of it. I’d never felt this draw to another. Until I danced with Jason. Until The Cross tried to kill me. Maybe this wasn’t ascension and I was insane, infected with whatever disease afflicted my father? My lifeblood spilled out of me and all I could think about was the great strength of this thing that wanted me dead.
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