Wordless: new adult paranormal romance (Age of Blood Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

might call,” she said quickly, as if to justify her eavesdropping.
    William wasn’t exactly complaining.
    Hell. He really couldn’t believe Vincent had been stupid enough to sell her. If William had been a conniving, spineless little shit, he would have kept her close at all times. But then again, he was smart.
    Considering that revelation, it was a really good thing he’d gotten her out of there. She would have been the first to be slaughtered, at the signs of a raid. 
    “I need you to think hard and tell me everything you remember about any conversation they ever had.”
     
     

     
     
    Fay couldn’t help it: she yawned after a while. Her throat was getting pretty dry; she’d talked for what felt like hours – something she wasn’t used to.
    Yet, she did so eagerly, delighted at the prospect of betraying Vincent and perhaps even making things difficult for Adrian in the process. Dangerous, but exhilarating.
    She had a good memory, and Adrian’s visits were accompanied with so much anxiety, it was the last thing she might forget, so she had a lot to say.
    “Enough of this for tonight,” the ancient told her when she resumed explaining about the time when Vincent had exchanged a boy of his for a girl of Adrian’s. “It’s almost dawn, and you’ve given me plenty of ammunition. Go to sleep, if you can. We have another five or six hours to go.”
    Then, he handed her his expensive, crisp jacket, and she wrapped it around her shoulders.
    Inhaling a mix of musk, cologne, and a faint spicy scent she couldn’t place, she fell asleep and dreamt of being fucked; hardly a new turn of events.
    This time, though, her lover wasn’t faceless.
    This time, it wasn’t exactly a nightmare.
     

     
    When they stopped for fuel, William bought a blanket for his pocket size sleeping beauty, knowing his light jacket probably didn’t cut it.
    Their kind preferred the cold, and he’d stopped himself from demanding that Jessica raised the temperature in the car.
    Jess wasn’t a problem, but Mark might be. He knew his type: made less than twenty years ago, he wanted to prove himself, and went about it completely the wrong way. Eventually, he’d try to piss him off, to show that he was a big bad vampire who wasn’t impressed by anyone and all that. Which was fine; children needed to push their elders’ buttons to understand the rules of the game. William just didn’t want to give him a reason to mark the vulnerable girl as a way to get to him.
    However, he soon realized he already had.
    “I get why you got all possessive, by the way,” Mark chuckled, following him around while he was browsing the petrol station’s kiosk to stretch his legs. “That chick is one hot piece of ass.”
    It seemed he hadn’t caught on, yet.
    “Do I need to remind you of that girl’s name, Mark?” William replied.
    The soldier swallowed, rightly assuming that the reminder wouldn’t be more pleasant than the first time he’d introduced them.
    “Fay is under my protection. You know how I treat those who harm the mortals I’ve pledged to look after.”
    On that note, he went to pay, gently tapping Mark’s shoulder as he passed him by.
    The kid wasn’t that bad; he just had a lot of maturing to do. Turning twenty-year-olds was frowned upon for that very reason; it took them a long time to stop acting like unruly children.
     
    William sighed when he heard the light steps trailing him on his way out. 
    Jessica wasn’t a threat, but she could be nosier than a pack of bored housewives.
    She walked next to him, staring at him and grinning like a Cheshire cat, until he broke down.
    “Just say what you have to say so we can move the fuck on.”
    “Six months.”
    His left eyebrow waggled a fraction; whatever that was, it almost sounded like a challenge and… well, he kind of liked those.
    “I give you six months until you announce you’re taking her as your consort.”
    He chuckled. She was obviously losing her touch.
    Jess’s dares