She smirks up at me. “Glad to be rid of you.”
“They agreed. Peace in the Emergence Era. Happy now?” I frown.
“Ridiculously happy.” Her brows draw together, and I sense her question before she asks it.
“He’s alive, my Blood. He’ll just be pissed off for a long, long time.”
“He was already pissed when his top civilian scientists disappeared along with a ridiculous amount of data and samplesa month ago.” She sighs. “You promise you didn’t kill him? I felt some glee. Likeintenseglee from you for a few moments.”
“Just roughhousing. That’s all.” I smirk and kiss her again, wiping away any thoughts or mentions of that syphilitic, engorged tick.
“Bro, you’re already back? That was quick.” Wyatt bumbles in, his familiar stink of patchouli and some sort of pungent strain of marijuana wafting past.
“Go easy on the ‘greasy cheese’ or whatever you’re smoking.” Georgia wrinkles her nose. “Or maybe choose a strain that’s not so skunky?”
“Skunky helps me think. Besides, that’s what the greenhouse is for. I already have some choice seedlings.” He points to the skylight overhead. “We need the good stuff if we’re going to keep shaking and baking on this vaccine.”
“Just, I don’t know, pat it out before you come in here. I can smell you from a mile away.”
“Super sensitive vampire schnoz. I know, I know.” He returns to his dreaded machine, laying a vinyl plate onto it and setting it spinning.
Georgia swipes her hand across my face. “Don’t keep sneering like that. Causes wrinkles.”
“Not something we have to worry about, my Blood.” I kiss her again and ignore Wyatt’s groan. Just as I ignore his stink and his infernal screeching ‘music’ and everything else about him as I must. Because Georgia loves him. As abrother. Which she’s assured me of many times, and I’ve assured myself of by frequently spying on him. In truth, he has the most peculiar obsession with a large, violent human warrior female. He practically worships a signed photo of her.
Evie walks in with the other female hanging all over her, the one who is constantly humming in my library. Her musicaltastes are garbage, but that is to be expected from humans. I will suffer them if it makes my Blood happy.
Evie’s eyes light up when she sees Georgia. “Hey, I have a new theory about why you and Valen can walk in the sun. Maybe?—”
“We are bonded mates. My powers are hers. Hers are mine. I’ve already explained this.” I spent as little time as possible with humans for the great majority of my life. I’m constantly reminded why that was such an excellent decision.
“Okay, sure.” Evie rolls her eyes. “That’s the woowoo—” She waggles her fingers. “—explanation, but there has to be an actual reason somewhere in your makeup.”
“What are you thinking?” Georgia asks.
I slide behind her, pulling her against me, letting her know just how much I missed her.
She makes a high-pitched “hmmph” sound when I press my hard cock against her backside.
“Well, what if the particular symbiotic relationship in your blood has a mutation because of the human component. Valen is half human and born that way—the mutation would have started there. Then when he turned you, you got that same mutation.”
“Then how do you explain Melody?” Georgia asks as I slowly drag her away from her lab mates. “She couldn’t withstand sunlight.”
“Maybe the mutation simply didn’t pass to her. Let’s keep going on the assumption that your DNA was rewritten when…”
Evie’s voice fades into her usual drone. I don’t need her grasping science to explain why my mate can withstand sunlight. Obviously, I am a superior vampire to all others in myriad ways. This superiority was shared with her when I turned her and she became my Blooded mate. I’ve given these pigheaded humans the answer, and yet they still twist about in the wind, looking forreasons or explanations. It would be maddening if I truly cared. I don’t. The only one I care about is trapped in my arms now.
“I know what you’re doing,” she chides me down our bond.
“It’s what Iplanto do to you that you should concern yourself with.”
“And what’s that?” she asks tartly.
“Bury my face in your ass until you scream, then fuck you senseless.” I groan when I feel her desire surge, the scent of her arousal its own aphrodisiac.
I give up the pretense and scoop her into my arms, carrying her away from her cadre of friends.
“Ugh, I guess I’ll turn the music up unless anyone actually enjoys hearing all the moaning.” Wyatt sighs.
