Page 80 of The Dawning
Sam had urged me not to open a can of worms with Kendra, at least not until after I’d given birth. I loved the vampire to death, but, at times, he worried way too much.
I left my phone in the kitchen and shuffled over to the wall of windows.
Darkness crept through the courtyard below, broken only by the dim glow of the light beside the sentry standing guard outside the prison building. On many occasions recently, I’d wanted to pay a visit to Fred Emery. The SEALs hadn’t gotten any answers from Fred. I wouldn’t mind interrogating him. According to Doc, Fred had healed from the stab wounds I’d inflicted on him. I clenched my fists at my sides whenever I thought of him smashing Jordyn’s face into a parked car.
Speaking of my sister, she hadn’t been herself since my return from hell. The harrowing experiences she’d been through were messing with her mind. She was having a hard time dealing with Junior’s death. I’d encouraged her to talk to Dr. Vieira or ask him if he knew a therapist. I could probably use one myself. I couldn’t stop thinking about Rianne and if she was dead—or even what my grandmother was up to. I had a mixed bag of feelings about them. Rianne, Noah, and Granny deserved to be punished in some way. Was death the answer? I didn’t think so. Though, after what they’d put me through, I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to murder them myself.
I toyed with my ruby engagement ring on my necklace, a habit I’d developed the moment Sam clasped the chain around my neck. At first, I was afraid I might lose the precious gemstone, but as time passed, I clung to it whenever I was nervous or deep in thought.
I stared up at the moonless sky, shuffling through thoughts of how my life had been quiet and vastly different since Sam and I exchanged vows.
My days began with a physical checkup. Doc wanted to see me every morning. The man was fascinated with the looming birth of supernatural newborns. I was as well. Would we have a mixture of vampires and witches or all of one species? Would they be as strong as Sam? What types of powers would they have? If they were vampires, would their fangs grow in when they were teething? No one knew any of these answers. Yet the one question Dr. Vieira and Dr. Martin had the answer to was the sex of the babies.
I was rubbing my stomach when movement below zapped my train of thought. A woman ran through the courtyard and up to the guard. I squinted, straining my eyes to see who she was.
I did a double take. “Jordyn?”
She tried to skirt the guard, but she wasn’t having any luck with the big dude.
I wanted to run, but that was out of the question, so I walked to the door as my heart rammed against my chest. I had to find out what in the fuck she was doing. I mean, I knew. She wanted retribution for what Fred Emery had done to her. I had to stop her, talk to her, hold her, somehow help her.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Sam’s husky voice slid along my arms like melted butter, making me freeze in place.
I swung my gaze to the imposing vampire strutting down the hall in zipped but not buttoned jeans slung low on his hips, bare feet, and unkempt black hair as if we’d had a wild time in bed.
Don’t I wish.Rough sex went out the window a while ago. Oral sex, on the other hand, had been our vice. I couldn’t complain. His tongue worked magic on my clit, and sucking him off was my aphrodisiac.
“Jordyn is trying to get into the prison building. I need to stop her.” I motioned toward the door.
He blocked me. “The guard will handle it.” He lowered his voice to a softness that still held a warning. “And you need to stay off your feet.”
Growling, I fastened my hands on my hips. “Husband, get out of my way, or I’ll knee you in the balls.”
He flashed sharp teeth in an arrogant smirk. “No, you won’t. You need these balls.”
I huffed, flaring my nostrils as I clutched onto his precious jewels. “I’ll squeeze them off instead.”
His eyes rolled back in his head.
Stupid me.I knew better. Sam lived for physical pain—at least in the bedroom. “You would get off on me whipping you?”
Silver threaded through the green in his irises, a true sign of the vampire’s emotions. “I would like that.” His fingers flew through his hair. “But right now, if you want to help Jordyn, you need to put on some clothes.”
I swallowed an exasperated scream that desperately wanted out as I stood before him in a terry cloth robe.
Again, stupid me.
He plucked my hand from his balls. “I’ll call the control room and see what’s happening while you dress.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t you dare leave without me.”
He pressed his lips together, fishing his phone out of his pocket as I walked back to the bedroom—slowly, I might add.
He was right. What was I thinking? I couldn’t traipse around, putting out fires.
I’ll take my time, dress, and have Sam bring Jordyn up to the apartment.
Five minutes later, after I’d thrown clothes on, I returned to Sam feeling winded and clammy all of a sudden.
