Blood on the Tide (Crimson Sails #2) Read Online Katee Robert

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Crimson Sails Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
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Easier to protect the rebellion if I were taken in and tortured.

Her hands fall to my thighs, but she’s still painfully serious. “If the time difference remains as pronounced as it was between Evelyn going through the portal and me going through one, it’s been years since I left home. My mother likely thinks I’m dead.”

I study her expression, trying to divine her emotions. “But you’re not. You could still go home.”

“I know.” She lifts her hands a little and lets them drop back to my thighs. “I know,” she repeats. She seems to be working through something, so I stay silent, waiting. Finally, she takes a deep breath and speaks softly, almost tentatively. “But . . . what if I didn’t? What if I stayed?”

My heart soars. It’s everything I can do to keep from shouting with joy. Surely she’s not saying she wants to stay for me. By all accounts, her mother is a monster, and escaping that environment is reason enough to never go home.

“You could stay.” My words are just as tentative, but they don’t sit right with me. The temptation to protect myself, to retreat from vulnerability, is nearly overwhelming. She’s baring a part of herself to me right now, something she’s never done before, and I refuse to do anything but match her energy. “I want you to stay. Not just in Threshold. With me. I want you to stay with me.”

Her hands tighten on my thighs. “We’re setting ourselves up for tragedy. My life span is significantly longer than yours.”

I frown. “What are you talking about?”

“I’ve already lived two hundred years. I probably have another few centuries in me, if my mother is anything to go by. I’m not exactly certain how long bloodline vampires live, but it’s long enough for this to be tragic.” She shifts up to cup my hips. “I won’t age. One day I’ll just . . . be gone. But that will be far too long after you’ve grown old and passed painlessly in your sleep.”

She says it with such fierceness, as if she can will me to such a peaceful end. Happiness flickers in my chest, hope feeding it until it’s a roaring fire that makes me smile. Better yet, I finally have good news to share with her. “Selkies live a few hundred years, Lizzie. I know I don’t look it, but I’m fifty.”

She blinks. “What?” Her brows draw together. “You’re saying you’ve lived for fifty years, and I’m the first person who’s eaten your pussy?”

My skin heats and I shift, which only serves to remind me that we’re both naked and pressed together. “I don’t know what it’s like with vampires, but selkies take longer than humans to mature. I was only considered a proper adult ten years ago.”

“That’s still too long.”

Despite everything, that startles a laugh out of me. “You’re getting distracted.”

“I suppose I am.” She drags her thumbs over my skin. “I love you, Maeve. I might not care about the rebellion for my own sake, but I care about it for yours.”

She loves me. I want her to want it for her sake, too, but I realize that’s a tall ask for Lizzie. She’s only been in Threshold for a few months, and she doesn’t seem overly inclined to care about this sort of thing in general. Or at least she didn’t use to. I study her face. “I think you might care about it more than you think. Otherwise, you’d just kidnap me and haul me off somewhere until the coming conflict had ended.”

“Don’t give me ideas.” She smirks, but the expression melts into something softer. “And don’t start getting the wrong idea about me. The Cŵn Annwn piss me off. I’d be happy killing them even if there wasn’t a rebellion involved.”

“If you say so.”

She pulls me back down onto her. “Don’t say it like that. Like you don’t believe me.”

I don’t believe her. But Lizzie has taken a huge leap of faith in even having this conversation, so I’m not going to push her. I kiss her. There’s every possibility that we won’t survive the coming attack. I don’t like thinking it, and I know better than to say as much, but it’s the three of us against one of the most dangerous ships the Cŵn Annwn have to offer. If Siobhan wasn’t desperate, she never would have tasked us with bringing it down on such short notice and with so few people.

But that’s a fear for tomorrow. Right now, I have Lizzie in a bed that’s not ours but will suit us just fine. More, she’s confessed to loving me. Something I hardly dared dream would happen. “I love you, too,” I whisper against her lips.

There’s no more time for talking, for anything but pleasure, sealing our words in a way as old as time itself. Or that’s what it feels like when Lizzie rolls us so she’s on top and pulls me so close, I’m not sure where she ends and I begin. I don’t need to know. Not right now. Maybe not ever.


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