Chapter Twenty-four
Jack
I drove Luna home and snuck her into my apartment just before dawn, laying her down on the couch and crouching nearby. Her heart beat was slow and I could see what little blood she had coursing through her sluggishly. I knew her current situation was stable but precarious.
Maybe the safest thing was to give her what she’d always wanted—and make Sam have to open up a new vampire file. She’d kept Paco safe and then navigated him to me—I’d never owed someone a bigger debt.
“Luna?” I said, shaking her gently. “Hey—Luna—don’t die on me.”
Her dark eyelashes fluttered awake. “What?”
I exhaled a breath I didn’t know I was holding as her eyes fought to track me.
“You’re bad off. I know what you did.” There was a bruised spot on the crest of one of her breasts.
Offering herself to a fresh vampire must have been terrifying.
I stroked her hair out of her face. “I’m ready to give you what you want, Luna.
As long as you still want it. Just say it, all right?
One more time.” I had to hear her say it.
After what I did to Paco—I had to be absolutely sure.
Her face lit up with a beatific smile and she beamed at me. “I want to go to the ballet,” she said, with total conviction, and then fell back asleep.
I didn’t know what to make of that. I closed my eyes and then gently kissed her forehead before lifting her up and carrying her into the bedroom to put her in the box with me, taking Paco’s empty place.
Will Luna turn against Jack?
Find out in Blood of the Dead: Dark Ink Tattoo Book Six