Blood Doll by Siobhan Kinkade Read Free Book Online

tangled with hers. As his slid his fingers over her shoulders and around her back between her and the wall, she let go a desperate whimper and leaned into him. There was no denying now how badly she wanted him.
    The kiss seemed to go on forever, that sweetly erotic push-pull that made her lightheaded and reckless. When he finally pulled back, he sighed and pressed his forehead against hers.
    “I have wanted to do that since I first saw you,” he said with a weak chuckle. “And I want to do it again and again.”
    “That’s not a good idea, considering we’re being followed,” Lana said, still trying to be reasonable. Christian turned his head, but failed to hide his smirk. “What?” she asked, looking at his sheepish expression.
    “They bypassed us a while ago,” he admitted. She should have been furious with him. Logically, she knew she should probably slap him or punch him. But after that soul-rattling kiss, all she could do was thank her lucky stars that he hadn’t stopped sooner. “I was being selfish, and I want to be selfish some more.”
    “Then we should probably go,” she said, though what she meant by that, she wasn’t quite sure. “Let’s take my car this time. I don’t want it towed in the morning.”
    “Good idea. Let’s go,” he replied, taking her hand and tugging her out of the alley. Before he could put his arms around her she stretched hers toward him, curling against him as he started off down the street. Her cheeks stung from the icy wind, and he gave off no body heat to help, so by the time they stopped by her car, her teeth were audibly chattering. She handed over the keys again, and slid into the passenger’s seat.
    He pulled the old car onto the main road, shifted it into a reasonable gear, and reached over to take her hand. As he threaded his fingers through hers, Lana realized that she was in way over her head. She had all but given a vampire the okay to bite her. Her sister was almost one of them, and before it was over she would be too.
    Then it hit her that she was talking about vampires as if they had always been real to her. She looked down at her hand, twined around Christian’s, then up at his pale face, and the world began to swim. It felt like she was caught in the throes of a horrible nightmare; one that she couldn’t seem to wake up from.
    She had considered all of these things, of course, but through the shock-filled haze of the last twenty-four hours. When she wasn’t so close to it all, it seemed a little clearer. She could sort through the blur and pick out the incidents one by one. Now that she had time to stop and truly think, to put the pieces together and make sense of everything she’d learned, all she found she had learned was that none of it made sense.
    At all.
    “Christian?” she asked to break the silence. Her voice sounded weak and reedy, even to her own ears.
    “Yeah?”
    “What’s it like to be a scab?” In the darkness, she watched his face contort. He thought about it for a long time, and as the city lights disappeared in favor of suburban sprawl and patches of forest, he sucked in a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh.
    “I don’t really remember,” he said. “There is a constant craving, a sort of mindlessness that leaves you feeling lost. I mean, you’re lucid the whole time, but it’s like being lucid from inside someone else’s head.”
    Lana leaned back against the seat and stared forward, trying hard to ignore the feeling of Christian’s thumb brushing gently over her wrist. Despite that, and no matter how hard she tried to reroute her mind, she kept circling back to the same frightening thought.
    “If we get in there, will Sarah know who I am?”
    After a moment of silence, Christian said, “I wish you hadn’t asked that.”
    “She won’t know me, will she?”
    “I’m sure she’ll know you,” he replied. “But I can’t promise she won’t try to bite you.”
    She also wished she hadn’t asked. Part of her