Twenty-five
A scarlet flood gushed across Spook’s hand. He opened his hand and the man’s head thumped against the truck bed. He stared down at it with a slight smile, then knelt and wiped his blade across the white shirt before sheathing it. Nausea joined shock when he thrust his hand into the slowing gush of blood. His eyes warmed, then glowed hot as he washed his hands with it, his breath coming in short, panting gasps.
“Other things are very well in their way, but give me Blood,” he murmured , then looked at her.
Shock kept Dani still when he came to her and cupped her face with his bloody hands. Desire put an unholy glow in his eyes when he traced her features, the blood a lubricant between them. He followed his hands with his mouth, his tongue licking blood and skin. He murmured ag
