The Dark City Chronicles ⁓ Book Three
The apocalypse looms ever closer! Steamy romance, heart-stopping action, seductive vampires, magic that defies nature, sprinkles of dark-humor, and, as always, the everlasting bonds of friendship.
Hannah's strug...
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For a moment, Hannah thought Reid might leave. He was gripping his hair in agitation and had turned towards the staircase, but then he glared at Sterling and said coldly, "We know Lucas was your partner when he worked for the bureau." He scoffed. "You think he owes you because he left? He didn't have a choice. At least he doesn't work for tyrants anymore. You get your paycheck from hurting innocent people."
Laughing again, Sterling ran a fingertip over his bruised throat, tracing his scar absently. "Lucas got that paycheck, too, for years. At least I do it for my freedom, and I'll admit, the hefty salary is an incentive. But not Lucas. He did it for the thrill. He'd have killed for free. Got off on it. You think that you know him? You don't. Not the real man."
Reid glared. "Let me guess. You know the real him?"
"No," Sterling admitted, head lolling against the pillar. "I thought we were supposed to be talking about Azrael?"
"Don't change the subject," Reid snapped.
Sterling rolled his eyes. "You want me to talk about Lucas? Why?"
"He doesn't talk about himself a lot," Hannah interjected when Reid was floundered on how to answer. She had no idea why Reid was so adamant about talking about Lucas with the agent, but she made up a lie quickly. "Just a few questions. You know, about when he was an agent. He's different now than he was?"
"He acts differently," Sterling replied. He smiled at Reid, full of pity. "Let me guess, he's sweet to you, gentle even." His nose scrunched, as if disgusted by the thought. "You can't believe your boyfriend is a cold-hearted killer who only cares about his pleasure."
"Boyfriend? He's not..." Reid's face was flushed a bright red. The word had locked the terrifying vampire interrogator away. Now, he was boyishly trying to find a place for his hands.
Crossed in front of his chest.
Nope.
Touching his pink cheeks.
Nope.
They ended up at his sides, fingers fisted.
Sterling lifted an eyebrow. "He thought about you enough. I assumed you were his." He snorted, looking away. "He seemed to think so. You might want to tell him you're not interested. He's in love with you."
Hannah caught Reid's gaze darting to her. She frowned at how quickly he looked away, unable to hold her gaze. She was thoroughly confused. She thought Reid was crushing on Rowan, and here he was, blushing over Lucas.
He was hiding something.
"You..." Reid rubbed at his mouth, lowering himself onto the nearby couch. When he finally found his voice, it was husky. "When you said he only cares about his pleasure, what did you mean by that?"
Sterling stared at Reid, unimpressed. "Sex. Obviously."
Reid cleared his throat. "Why did you bring that up?"
