White Lies: (The Uruwashi Series #4) by Christina Moore Read Free Book Online

and Akane went off on her own, saying she’d meet them at the temple and did they know where it was? Desmond did.
    Tristan still couldn’t believe he was actually doing this, voluntarily sticking himself with Desmond and Simon and leaving Ash behind. It wasn’t that he needed her help in the hunt. He could kill just fine on his own. That was a whole issue all on its own. He’d killed at least one vampire that didn’t deserve it. And while it’d taken awhile, the guilt of it was really starting to set in heavily now that he’d had time to focus and mull over it. He wasn’t sure he was doing the right thing anymore. And now a troll—Just how the fuck was he supposed to get a huge, stubborn, boulder of a troll to willingly leave its nest without killing it?
    Tristan pulled the antique watch, a late Christmas gift from Ash that she found in Italy during their trip, from his pocket and checked the time. Almost nine, plenty of night left to get this done. He shoved the watch away and came back with his keys only to have them immediately snatched up.
    “Desmond,” he warned.
    The vampire laughed and shot him a sly sidelong glance. “I’m driving, mate.”
    “The fuck you are,” Tristan snapped. His gun was suddenly pointed at Desmond’s head. He swallowed hard and looked at the gun in his hand wondering when he’d even pulled it. Sometimes he really scared himself. Maybe if he could remember parts of France he could understand what was happening to him. The thought to take Yuki’s offer serious was starting to weigh on him with those unwarranted deaths.
    Desmond stopped and turned to Tristan. He wasn’t smiling anymore, his crystal green eyes staring hard as he considered the Uruwashi. “Hmm, you’re getting better at that.”
    Tristan frowned and put the gun away. He caught a glimpse of Simon. He was farther away than he needed to be, looking uncertain and constipated. For once his mouth wasn’t running a mile a minute and Tristan was sure he’d just scared the young fae a little. Hard to imagine considering he lived with Yuki, but there it was.
    Desmond didn’t even seem fazed as he went to Tristan’s car and opened the driver’s side door. “Faeries in back.”
    Simon glanced at Tristan, looking tentative and unsure climbing into the back of the car. Tristan sighed deeply and got in on the passenger’s side, adjusting the gun to keep it from poking his ribs. The tiny car shook as the big Scotsman maneuvered himself into the driver’s seat, grunting.
    “A micht wee, eh?” the man said when he managed to stuff himself in behind the wheel. Dude was actually shorter than Tristan but made up for it with double the bulk.
    Tristan only glared back in answer. God, he felt like he’d just been crammed into a clown car. Desmond’s vampiric presence was heavy on his soul and he shifted, feeling violated for it even if Desmond had no control over it.
    By the time they reached the end of the driveway, Simon’d found his voice again and was talking nonstop from the back seat. Even with the kid’s loud volume and the tiny confines Tristan managed to tune him out, lost to his own deep musings.
    He was thinking it was almost over. They were this close to getting out of Japan and leaving Yuki behind for good. Maybe then he could truly start over, him and Ash.  It was what they both needed, the catalyst to their relationship to bring things moving forward again. And maybe ease his conscious.
    Back in Greece Ash admitted that not only did she have Yuki erase a few memories from Tristan’s mind—namely how he killed Lucien—but that she also had most of her own memories returned. Tristan was devastated of the hard truth, but deep down, he’d already known. It was the only thing to explain the lapse in events, the emptiness he now felt, as if a part of him were just gone. The fact that he knew he killed Lucien but couldn’t remember how was proof enough, really.
    Then things in Greece had gotten pretty crazy