Series: The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Fuck it. With that juicy ass she has, she’ll look like a fucking model wearing them.
Dressing her quickly, I force myself to push away the desire to just stare at her until she wakes. I want to but can’t when there are so many other things that need to be dealt with.
Fuck. I hate leaving her here.
But moving her corpse around the house isn’t a good idea, either.
I can just see how Chloe would react to me setting up Alena’s dead body at the kitchen table.
Then waving her floppy arm at people.
Forcing myself away from the bed, I take one last look at her and wince. I truly hope she can forgive me for taking her life.
It was for her own good, but will she see it that way?
Pulling on pants and a shirt, I try to make myself somewhat presentable for the family upstairs.
“Stop staring at her,” I say to myself, and push my limbs to move to the open doorway.
We need to get the door replaced soon. Alena will need her privacy. I can’t imagine she’d enjoy the whole house hearing when I taste her over and over.
Now that I can properly focus on the world outside of this room, I hear the quiet rustle of fabric against fabric.
Stepping out of the room, I see Ambrose dancing and spinning with perfect poise.
Forever dancing, forever torturing himself in his madness.
“Brother,” I murmur to him quietly.
Twisting his dance to face me, Ambrose gives me a small smile. “I hope my dear sister rests well.”
“She does,” I say, and walk towards him. “Have you been guarding us?”
“Of course.” He dips into a graceful bow. “It is my job, after all.”
Motioning toward the stairs behind him, I say, “We need to speak with Father, and I need to eat. I’m almost empty.”
Moving ahead of me, every step Ambrose takes is like a careful dance to the music only he can hear.
“Thank you for guarding us,” I say to him when we’re halfway up the stairs.
Ambrose barely nods his head in acknowledgement as he continues ahead of me.
He’s a very odd one.
And I know I would have killed him had I been Asher.
But now?
Now I trust Ambrose with the safeguarding of my love.
Ambrose leads me directly to the kitchen.
Sitting at the kitchen table, Asher and Chloe stare into each other’s eyes. No words are spoken, but I can tell they’re communicating inside their bond.
Smiling, I head to the pantry door. Inside, I find four humans waiting.
They’ve been glamoured, of course. It wouldn’t do to have them howling and screaming for help.
Looking at the selection, the pickings are… not exactly appealing now that I’ve tasted the bliss of my bonded’s blood.
Grabbing a blonde in her mid-twenties out of the pantry, I yank her to me and bury my fangs into her neck.
Swallowing a mouthful of her blood, I wince at the taste.
Pulling away from the girl, I drag her over to the table and slump into a chair that’s vacant.
I grunt in dissatisfaction. “This one had collagen filler and fat injections.”
The flavor is awful when people put crap in their bodies. One would think humans would be more considerate of what vampires have to taste.
Turning to face me, Asher shakes his head with a chuckle. “Blame the twins. They went shopping for groceries. You’re lucky they didn’t bring back half a sorority. Why didn’t you grab the guy in the back of the pantry? He looked healthy.”
I glance back at the pantry. He’s probably right.
“Probably because I’m still used to looking at humans like I did when I was unbonded.”
I sigh with boredom. I need to taste Alena again.
“God, you guys,” Chloe groans. “You should eat to live, not live to eat.”
Andrei chuckles as he enters the room. “Says the woman who couldn’t stand the sight of blood.”
“I’m cured of that now!” Chloe grouches at us. “After what I had to do to Raph… I almost blew chunks everywhere.”
I laugh at her. “And Father, how did that go?”
“Shush.” Chloe glares at me. “Don’t make me ground you. That wasn’t my fault. And I heard you called me Slicing Beauty…”
I shrug my shoulders at her. The nickname fits how she was acting.
Leaning down, I take another long drink from the blonde kneeling beside me.
I guess the blood isn’t too bad, but it isn’t great.
I’d prefer Alena’s.
“So…” I say, pulling away from the blonde’s neck. “What’s the protocol on drinking from your bonded while she’s turning?”
“Don’t.” Asher rolls his eyes at me. “You don’t want to fuck up what’s happening during the process.”
“I know, I know,” I grumble. “But the waiting is going to fucking kill me.”
“Chloe took two days,” Asher says. “There’s no timetable for it.”
“That’s because those who have found their soulmarked hide their secrets,” Andrei spits out. “If they would share their knowledge, we could study the process and understand so much more about our nature.”