Status Updates From Violent Desire (Blackrose B...

“When has Mikalis ever brought a feeder back?”

“Maybe he wants a snack?” Zaine’s fangs throbbed. His lip twitched, a snarl trying to rumble through. Kazi’s dark eyes lit up with the promise of violence. “Maybe I do.”

“Touch Eric and I’ll unload a clip in all that pretty—” He gestured at Kazi’s face.

Kazi’s smile faded. “Asshole.”

“Dick.”

“At least I keep mine in my pants.”

“Some advice.” He purred the words low in his throat. “Don’t tease the vampire who has your cock between his fangs.”

Eric braced an arm on either side of Zaine and lowered himself to within kissing distance. “How many people get to see a Brotherhood vampire on his back?” Zaine fought a laugh. “None who survive.”

“Mikalis is not who or what his Brotherhood believe him to be.”

Zaine snorted. “You ’n’ me, huh. Fightin’ the good fight with a bit of morally gray on the side.”

“I thought the Brotherhood didn’t do feelings?” Eric smirked. Zaine loved that smirk. Loved the way it played on his lips and lit up his eyes. “Yeah, tell me about it. If we get out of this, Mikalis is gonna bitch-slap me back to the sixteenth century.”

“You’ll go to Mikalis. On your knees, if you don’t want him to nail your balls to the wall.”

“It won’t come to that.” Zaine chuckled nervously. “Sebastien is overconfident, shortsighted, and a dick. You and I can handle him.”

“You know who else is overconfident, shortsighted, and a dick?”

“Well, not me, because I’m definitely your favorite.” Zaine grinned.

“You’re in?” “Fine,” Storm grumbled. Zaine tried and failed not to grin. “I knew I was your favorite.” “I don’t have favorites, and if I did, it wouldn’t be you.

Memento mori. Remember, you must die. Fuck that. Zaine would give up everything for Eric, even his freedom.

Eric’s grin faded. “You don’t have anyone?” “No, but don’t feel bad. It’s not… It’s just… When you’ve lived as long as some of the Brotherhood have, you know how every story ends. After a while, it’s just easier not to begin one.”

Eric sipped his drink, thinking the threat over. “Aren’t you the good guys?”
“Depends who you ask.”

Zaine stared into his drink, skin prickling. There was that damned feeling again, that fluttering rush kick-starting his weary heart. He knew what it was—desire. The violent kind.

That was the problem with the Brotherhood. They all had long memories. One screwup, one little altercation, one falling off the wagon fifty years ago, and that shit clung on half a century later.

Mikalis would have skinned Zaine alive if he’d brought a cop home. Better to let them die than expose the Brotherhood. Zaine knew the rules. It just so happened that sometimes he broke them.

Here we go... Diving back in to prepare for writing the fourth and final book in this fan-favorite series!