Chapter 41
Allegra counted thirty-four Splice into a bag.
Lying on the bed, Spiker watched her, his eye taking in every detail of the simple movements she made and the soft tug of her clothing against the contours of her figure. He wanted to say words that expressed how he felt, to articulate the cauldron she had ignited in his mind and body.
But… she was Allegra: a person so sure of her own needs, desires, wants and abilities he felt shrunken, pale and insignificant beside her, so the words never came.
Instead, Spiker Gomez merely grunted and said “I could sleep for a week.”
“You must leave soon.”
He sat up and scratched his head. “I want to stay.”
She paused, then closed the bag, came over and handed it to him. “Thirty-four Splice.”
“The deal was for thirty-five.” She said nothin
