Night Huntress 02 - One Foot in the Grave

“You would have tried,” I ground out. “Noah doesn’t believe in vampires, ghouls, or anything more supernatural than Santa Claus. You’d better not hurt him.”

 

 

“Kitten, if I intended to kill Noah, I’d have done it before you even knew I was in town. But you could hardly expect me to twiddle my thumbs and listen to you shag him. Remember your response last night when I kissed Felicity?”

 

Yes, there had been that whole urge to rip her limb from limb. Vampire territorialism. It really didn’t care who was innocent or not.

 

“Fine,” I acknowledged. “We both still have feelings for each other. You think it can work despite my job and my mother’s virulent hatred of vampires. Since you’re refusing to leave anyway because of Ian and the contract out on me... ”

 

He started to smile. “Are you waving the white flag?”

 

“Not so fast. I’m saying we can take things slow. See if it blows up in our faces. I’m not saying declare eternal love for each other while I fall back with my legs open.”

 

His smile deepened. “There are alternate positions.”

 

Those words—and the look in his eyes—rubbed me like a physical caress. I drew in a deep breath. That’s why I’d decided on a celibacy mandate. No way could I keep a leash on my emotions if I threw sex into the mix. I’d be screaming out my undying love for Bones in five seconds flat.

 

“Take it or leave it.”

 

“Done.”

 

I blinked, part of me not believing what was happening. Was this real? Or just another crazy dream, one of thousands I’d had about Bones?

 

“Okay.”

 

I didn’t know what to say. Or do. Shake hands? Seal it with a kiss? Shout “Celibacy sucks!” and rip his clothes off? There should be an undead dating manual—I was lost here.

 

Bones cocked his head to the side, and then he let out a resigned noise.

 

“Kitten... your resolve is about to be put to the test sooner than you expected.”

 

Huh? “What are you talking about?”

 

He stood up. “Your mum’s here.”

 

 

 

 

 

SEVENTEEN

 

 

 

 

 

I LEAPT TO MY feet. “Oh shit!”

 

Panic made me try to walk without fully pulling my chair out, and I promptly tripped. So much for half-dead reflexes. Then I caught Bones out of the corner of my eye. “Er, what are you doing?”

 

He had calmly gone into the next room to sit on the couch.

 

“Staying right here. You just agreed to give us a chance, and I refuse to be shoved into a closet this time. You’re going to have to come out of the coffin with your mum about me. I should have forced this issue before. Instead, she found out about our relationship only after vampires murdered her parents in front of her. Little wonder she took it poorly.”

 

“Took it poorly?” The memory of my grandparents’ death scalded my tone. “She tried to have you killed!”

 

A knock boomed on the door. My mother had never been delicate.

 

Bones arched a brow. “Will you get it, or shall I?”

 

This had disaster written all over it. But from the set of his jaw, I wasn’t going to talk him into hiding. And he really was too strong for me to shove in a closet again.

 

“Just a second, Mom!” I hollered. Then I rummaged around for a bottle of gin. Boy, was I going to need it.

 

“She’ll go straight to Don,” I muttered.

 

“Let her,” Bones countered. “I’m staying.”

 

I gave him one last ill-tempered look before I went to the door. So much for slowly wading into this relationship—looked like I was about to swan dive right into the deep end. Guess there was no time like the present to see if Bones was right about overcoming our obstacles. This particular obstacle was more formidable than Don ever could be.

 

My mother swept into my house as soon as I opened the door. She was already bitching.

 

“—called Noah’s cell earlier looking for you, and he told me you broke up with him! Don’t think I don’t know why, Catherine, and I’m here to tell you that it will stop. This instant. You threw away that piece of murdering trash years ago, and you will do it again! I will not sit back and watch you turn into the same kind of hell demon that spawned you... ”

 

Her voice trailed off into a hiss when she spied Bones on the couch, watching her with what could only be called amusement.

 

“Hallo, Justina,” he drawled. “Lovely to see you again. Won’t you have a seat?”

 

For effect, he patted the empty space next to him.

 

She went from white to crimson in one glance flat. I closed the door and took a swig of my drink. Let the hysterics begin.

 

She turned to me in a fit of wrath. “For God’s sake, Catherine! What is wrong with you? Did he put you under a spell again?”

 

That drew outright laughter from Bones. He uncoiled himself from the sofa with effortless grace, walking to her as she stepped back several paces.

 

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