Bloodbound: A space/fantasy F/F romance (Sparkbound Book 2) by CR Barlow Read Free Book Online

We can find a way to another system. It doesn't matter, as long as you and I are together, we will make it through."
    Lolita brushed a strand of hair from her face, her eyes loving and soft. "You mean it."
    "Of course."
    Ingrid leaned forward, brushing her lips against Lolita's. The other witch responded by wrapped her arms around Ingrid's waist, pulling her in close. With a sigh, Ingrid parted her lips, closing her eyes. Sparks flooded her system, and everywhere Lolita touched felt like a stream of fire.
    Lolita giggled, her tongue flicking into Ingrid's mouth–and both of them were thrown to the floor as the ship rocked.
    "What was that?" Ingrid cried, scrambling to her feet.
    Lolita rushed to the nearest computer consol. She cursed loudly. "Jorgenson caught us with a tractor beam. What is he playing at? We were going to go to his ship willingly."
    Ingrid's heart jumped to her throat and her hands trembled. She followed Lolita as the blonde rushed to the cockpit. A green field surrounded the ship, dragging them towards what appeared to be a blank hole in space. Jorgenson's ship was well camouflaged.
    "Maybe he just got impatient for us to get moving," Ingrid said hopefully.
    "Maybe." Lolita hailed the warlord's ship, tapping her fingers against the console.
    Within seconds, Jorgenson answered. Ingrid stared. She had seen jinns before, but this one defied all expectations. He was smaller than she was, with bright red skin, green eyes and neat black hair that was tied at the back of his head. Other than the slight blurring to his movements, as though he wasn't entirely solid, he didn't look like a jinn at all.
    "What is the meaning of this, Jorgenson?" Lolita demanded, putting her hands on her hips. "We came to you of our own accord, why are you pulling in our ship like it's so much scrap metal?"
    "Because that's what it is. Excuse me, I haven't introduced myself properly to your… lover." Jorgenson's eyes focused on Ingrid. "Lady Ingrid. It's so good to finally meet you. Edan told me a lot about you."
    Ingrid's blood ran cold. Hearing her dead husband's name on the lips of the man who had tortured him sent a surge of anger through her. It was only by thinking of Lolita and how easily Jorgenson would blow them out of existence that she did not reach through the screen and choke the life out of him with her magic.
    She took a deep breath to calm herself and forced her shoulders to relax. "He told me a lot about you as well."
    Jorgenson's eyes gleamed. "I must admit, I didn't expect it to be you that came after me. Edan always was certain that somebody would avenge him, but his tiny little wife? But then, I suppose Harper never did care for his son…"
    Ingrid's hands clenched.
    "I wonder if guilt over the boy's death has caused him to rethink his priorities." Jorgenson eyed her, and Lolita quickly went to her side and put an arm around her.
    "We are not here to avenge Edan," she said quickly. "Ingrid and I are lovers, but my current… situation on Earth means that we can't be there. We have venom to sell so we can escape Harper and his ruthless dictatorship. There is no revenge planned."
    Jorgenson yawned lazily. "I don't believe you."
    Ingrid closed her eyes, concentrating on trying to slow her racing heart. "Edan is dead. I have no future in revenge, but I do have a future with Lolita. Please, just let us go. We'll give you the venom. We won't come onto your ship. Everybody knows you're out here, so it's not like we can reveal your location."
    "That is true. But that's not the reason I am inviting you onto my ship. Tell me, Ingrid… how much do you think Harper will pay for your safe return?"
     
     
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About the Author
     
     
    Born in the Okanagan Valley, C.R Barlow grew up hiking mountain trails and splashing in the Okanagan Lake while looking for Ogopogo (and she swears she saw the legendary lake monster once!), and gazing at the stars at night with her two sisters and