The Wages of Sin (Blood Brothers Vampire Series Book Two) by Greg Sisco Read Free Book Online Page A

life was the opposite, full of
culture and knowledge but devoid of emotional connection. Eleanor’s
curse was that she had to imagine the larger life she’d missed.
Tyr’s curse was that he could clearly see the smaller life he’d
missed. Once again, the difference between education and
experience.

CHAPTER
NINE
     
    “You’re amazing,” said Eva, so quietly and slurred
together she might have been talking in her sleep. “I’ve never met
anyone from medieval England.”
    “Y-yeah. That seems likely,” said Tyr.
    She’d become gradually less coherent as he told her
the story. It was late, by Eva’s standards, and these days she was
tired regardless of the time. Add to that the fact that she was
whacked out on pain killers and it was understandable she’d have
trouble following a story.
    She’d run out of medication a few days prior and,
afraid of taking her to the doctor, Tyr had drained some old people
and stolen their drugs for her. He never told her where the drugs
came from, of course. She was still uncomfortable with the idea of
killing people.
    “Tyr…” she said, and he leaned in close to her. “Are
there werewolves too?”
    He laughed. “No.”
    “Good. I hate them.”
    He didn’t want to press his luck and he could tell
she was sick of hearing from him, but he had a question he wanted
to ask again, one he’d asked a hundred times in the last three
days. The way she’d looked at him during the story, with eyes of
wonder and a warm smile, it seemed time to ask it once more.
    “Eva.”
    “Mm.”
    “Can you forgive me?”
    “For what?”
    “For being a vampire? And trying to kill you?”
    “Yeah,” she said from a dream. “It’s whatever.”
    Tyr felt himself smile, even though he was fairly
certain she didn’t know what she was saying.
    “Really?” he asked. “You forgive me?”
    “I forgive you.”
    He leaned down and kissed her lips and she kissed
back weakly. It floored him how much three short words from a human
could mean.

CHAPTER
TEN
     
    Go.
    Fuck ‘em.
    Thor had to believe the thought had been in his head
for a while now. Ever since he’d let himself acknowledge it, it
seemed the only thing to do.
    Or take control.
    Burn the club down.
    Kill Eva.
    But it wasn’t his business. He owed Loki and Tyr
everything he had, and he was a child by comparison. He’d been the
peacekeeper this long. There was no sense in trying to take charge
now. Besides, Loki was easy to predict when it came to contesting
dominance.
    So go.
    Leave town.
    Tonight.
    He was sitting at a table in the corner of Liquid
Skin, surrounded by the kind of young person who skips car payments
to buy tattoos. He’d come in telling himself he was looking for a
drain, but he wasn’t paying much attention to any of the girls who
surrounded him. He was busy arguing with the devil on his
shoulder.
    ‘I can’t go tonight. It’s after one. The sun will be
up in a few hours.’
    ‘You could get a hotel and you know it.’
    ‘What’s the rush? Nobody’s going to cut our heads
off between now and tomorrow night.’
    ‘It could happen. Loki’s been advertising the grand
opening. There could have been Chosen in that club tonight.’
    He pinched the bridge of his nose. He was probably
being paranoid but he had to acknowledge the outside chance. And if
there was a reckoning coming, it was probably best to go now. If he
went back and destroyed the club and then went home and killed Eva,
maybe he could save all of them, but more than likely it would be
an overreaction and succeed only in provoking the wrath of his
Brothers.
    But if he got a hotel tonight, caught a flight
tomorrow…
    He started to stand up.
    “Doug,” said a familiar voice.
    Thor looked up. It was Clyde, one of the bartenders
he’d met a few times. He sat back down at his table.
    “You all right?”
    “Yeah, I’m fine, Clyde. Just thinking.”
    “Okay. Okay. Say, do you know a real big fella in a
trench coat who might be looking for