Blood Secrets

Chapter Six

Chapter  Six

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I'm A Lover, I'm A Renegade Fighter,

I'm Gonna Set Your Soul On Fire

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I'm a lover, I'm a winner, I'm a fighter
Gonna set your soul on fire
I'm a lover, I'm a Renegade Fighter
Gonna set your soul on fire
I'm a lover, I'm a sinner, I'm a fighter
Gonna set your soul on fire
I'm a lover, I'm a Renegade Fighter
Gonna set your soul on fire

Now that its clear you don't have to worry at all
Now that its clear you can do what you like, and
Now that its clear you don't have to worry at all
Now that its clear you can do what you like

RENEGADE FIGHTER ~ ZED

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Harley came awake slowly. She took in a deep breath, wiping at her eyes as she slipped her feet back to the floor and glanced around the dark room, trying to dust away the last cobwebs of sleep. After a moment she realized that it wasn't sleep impairing her ability to clearly see around the library, as her eyes caught the dark window.

She ran her fingers slowly through her hair, lightly rubbing at her scalp as she stared out into the darkened pastures. She sighed again running her hands over her eyes as she stood up and made her way into the hallway. Half way down the hall her stomach pinched slightly, reminding her that she hadn't eaten in almost twenty four hours.

“Seriously?” She groaned, closing the large fridge door harder than necessary.

“What did that fridge ever do to you?” Philip asked, a cocky smirk playing on his lips as he leaned his hip against the counter.

“Only holds food I have to cook.” She muttered, moving to look in the large pantry.

“And that's a problem because?” He asked drawing out the words.

She let out an annoyed sigh, “It's not if you want to kill someone.”

“You can't cook?”

“Why is that so surprising?” she asked, turning her eyes on him.

“I just assumed someone like your mother would have taught her kids to cook.”

Harley glared at him a little bit, wondering why he had suddenly found it necessary to join her in her search for something editable. “My mother’s an excellent cook and so are my sisters, me and my dad on the other hand. Well he'd burn the house down and I'd...”

“Kill someone?” He chuckled.

“Exactly.” She said, a small smile creeping onto her face. Would you stop that? She hissed at him silently when he laughed, his smile widening. The look of amusement in his eyes making her stomach twist.

“Well in that case let me treat you to dinner.” He said, pushing himself away from the counter. He moved towards the fridge.

She leaned on the counter watching him as he collected an abundance of ingredients, making it her turn to ask questions. “You can cook?”

“Very well.” He said, hooking the end of his foot in the door to close it.

“Something you use to impress women?” asked Harley as he neatly placed the collected items on the large marble counter top.

“Trust me, most of the women I spend time with wouldn't find a man who cooks all that attractive,” he said, beginning to grate some cheese.

She leaned her elbows onto the counter, snagging a small amount of the cheese. “Really?” she asked, trying not to sound as uptight as she felt, hoping he didn't see the way his mentioning other women made her muscles tighten and her back stiffen. “Most of the women I know find it very attractive.”