Bliss (The Custos) by Melanie Walker Read Free Book Online

we all have our misgivings and though your Father deserves his death, I believe that all Fathers even in Heaven make mistakes, yet those mistakes are forged by concern."
     
                  This pissed me off because this man, er Vampire didn’t have a clue and it was no secret that I didn’t believe a word he said. I did have questions though. "You believe he loves me but that he deserves to die?"
     
                  Preacher nodded and spoke. "Rightfully so Cookie, what he did deserves death and the fiery caverns of hell are waiting for him, but it doesn’t mean he hates you. Whatever his reasons I promise you it is not hate he feels."
     
                  "You honestly believe he loves me? What about this scenario screams 'I love my daughter'?"
     
                  "I never said he loved you. I believe you mean nothing good nor bad to him and so you are expendable."
     
                  Those words hurt. I never knew him but I was told by society to love him and I know that deep down, granted real deep I did love him. To hear he didn’t love me.... "Then I would rather he hate me, at least then I knew he felt....something."
     
                  "I don’t blame you, the man sounds horrific."
     
                  I couldn’t help but laugh. I liked Preacher. He was nice and he knew what to say to make me feel safe unlike my dreamy captor who was nowhere to be seen.
     
                  Preacher stood and walked to the door. "Feel free to walk around, your safe here. If you leave I promise he will find you and things could get ...ugly. Do as he says and it will all go smooth. At the end of the day you are not a prisoner here and we are on your side. Let us do our job ok?"
     
                  I nodded because I believed him. I know this Cash guy saved me from those monsters at the mall and the least I could do was make his job easier and show my gratitude.
     
                  "That’s the spirit Cookie." Preacher said opening the door.
     
                  "Hey Preacher." I asked sitting up in the bed. "Why Cookie?"
     
                  "Because as you stated Cash smells like rain and I smell like weed as I should, you Cookie smell like cookie's."
     
                  I laughed and stood looking at the oversized shirt I was wearing and flannel boxers.
     
                  Not. My. Style. Vampire.
     
                  "Hey Cookie, I like you too." Preacher said before shutting the door behind him.
     
                  I looked around the room. It was dark, dark wooden floors and dark drapes over the windows. I wondered if it was light outside but the clock on the nightstand confirmed it was almost dark out. Six PM.
     
                  I needed a mirror, but fearing what I would look like I decided I would rather shower first. I saw the bags from my shopping trip in the corner and jumped in joy, squealing in delight that I was saved. I had makeup and hairspray and some really cute outfits all for my new move that was now on the back burner.
     
                  "Don’t care." I told myself smiling in utter glee. A woman needed very few things to be content, and each woman was different. Me all I needed were my MAC cosmetics, Sevens Jeans and Lou Boutin's. Sure I loved my Prada and Dolce but I would survive this nightmare better when I felt like myself. The whole giant rangy Hanes T and flannel boxers were not cutting it here.
     
                  I gathered the items I needed and looked at the set of doors on the opposite side of the room hoping it lead to an adjoining bathroom. My luck improving more when I found a large claw foot tub and a basket next to its base, filled with a plethora of smelly girlie soaps and towels of the softest fabrics. "Preacher you have elaborate taste." There was a card atop the