Forever (The Forever series Book One) by Eve Newton Read Free Book Online Page B

shortly.
    “You spoke to Devon?” I ask.
    “What the fuck are you thinking?” he growls.
    “That I think I love him and he needs to know,” I growl
back.
    “We are not going to argue about this over the phone.” He
hangs up.
    My mouth drops open in shock as I realize what he’s going to
do. Seconds later he pops up in front of me, in all his glorious anger.
    “You teleported here to argue with me in person?” I ask in
disbelief.
    Some very old Vampires develop this ability. CK is as old as
they come and has had this annoying--yet admittedly very cool--ability for over
four hundred years.
    His furious gaze scans over my naked body; head to toe and
back again lingering in all the right places until his dark eyes pin my green
ones like two spikes.
    I will not flinch, I will not flinch.
    I handle CK very well by all accounts. He indulges me a lot
I think. I know he loves me and he knows I love him. But I often forget how
ferocious he can be. He can scare the crap out of me… and I don’t scare easily.
    “Liv,” he growls, “you have five seconds to put some clothes
on, or we do this with you standing naked before me.”
    Holy crap. I choose clothes and bolt for my robe, which I
left draped over a chair in the sitting room. Pulling it on, I step back out
onto the balcony, having the presence of mind to close the door so as not to
disturb Cole. CK doesn’t yell, ever, but I might. My anger rising up, I square
my shoulders and turn around with fire in my eyes.  Meeting his gaze and
holding it. Seconds, minutes, who knows how much time passes? Glaring at me, he
cocks his eyebrow in acknowledgment of my strength. CK makes mincemeat out of
the weak and fearful.
    “Sit,” he demands.
    I don’t move.
    “Sit,” he says menacingly, “or I will make you.”
    Regaining some of my composure I smirk, “I’d like to see you
try.”
    His eyes flash at my defiance but I see the spark of pride
there as well.
    “Don’t test my patience, my sweet. It’s bad enough that I
have had to come to this place, this cultural wasteland.” He sweeps his arm
around in disgust.
    Knowing that he is talking about Los Angeles and not my
home, I still feel a bit affronted and cross my arms defensively.
    “Well?” I say rudely, “make it quick. I have things to do.”
    “Your boy tells me you are thinking of revealing our secret
to your human friend.”
    Devon! I knew it. He is so dead.
    “And?” I ask cockily.
    Menacing CK is back as he growls, “Don’t forget to whom you
are talking.”
    “No, CK don’t forget who you are talking to,” I retort,
growing tired of this posturing. I know this man. I have seen every side of
him, all the good, all the bad. “I am not some underling you can scare into
submission.”
    His face softens as he smiles, “No, my love, that you are
not. Your submission is always willing. It’s one of the things I love most
about you.”
    Surprise registers on my face, before I realize his game, a
change of tactic to disarm me. Narrowing my eyes at him, he smiles that heavenly,
innocent smile he has perfected when he is being anything but innocent.
    “I know what you are doing and it’s not going to work,” I
tell him.
    He sighs. “It never does on you. You are the most
frustrating creature on the planet.”
    “I had a good master,” I say with a slight smile and drop my
arms.
    He laughs, a glorious sound coming from him. He opens his
arms and I step into them. Oh how I love being held by him. I feel safe,
cherished and loved. It’s the sire bond. Devon says that’s how he feels when we
embrace. “Oh, my sweet. It is good to see you. It has been too long since I saw
you in New York.” New York was deemed an acceptable American city, but L.A, not
so much. A spark flares through me at his tone.
    “Pity it takes something like this to get you to come and
visit,” I say wryly.
    He chuckles, “Indeed.” He pulls away from me and I feel the
loss of his comfort. “If we must discuss this, can we