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

with Ash’s predecessor trying to kill them, the elf and pythia mucking up the works, meeting a real Uruwashi to only later lose him and very possibly meeting his father—or at the least, someone who might know him. So after they left the Land of Gods, Tristan was hoping that Ash would finally tell him everything she remembered. It was kind of obvious she wanted to talk about it but didn’t know where to start.
    That was almost two months ago.
    Tristan never was a patient man, but he was trying to be with Ash. How long would he have to force himself to wait though? He wasn’t sure he could hold out much longer, not without growing to resent her, and in the end, himself.
    “You don’t deserve her.”
    From the back, Simon chirped a helpless little yip and stopped talking.
    Tristan snapped to attention. “Excuse me?”
    Desmond’s jaw tightened as he stared out over the snow-covered road. “Just as we said, she be too bloody good for yew. It’s no right for yew two to be together.”
    Tristan stopped for a moment, holding back his first instinctual onslaught of curses. See, he was growing up, a little. With a more intense effort than normal because he was angry, he forced his mental block back into place. He never noticed if it was up or down unless he mentally prodded his defenses and once it was in place, or not, it was seamless and invisible to him. He really needed to remember to check it before he found himself in the company of less than favorable vampires. Desmond must have heard all of Tristan’s thoughts just now, why else bring it up?
    “One,” Tristan said carefully. “Our fucking business is none of yours. And two, I don’t care if she’s a vampire and I’m Uruwashi. It doesn’t change anything.”
    Desmond turned his head to stare at him long enough that Tristan shifted in his seat, feeing anxious. The vampire was supposed to be driving. Through snow. And not looking at him like… that .
    Desmond let out a little breath as if preparing himself and turned back to watch the road. “Yew two haven’t done the bloody yet, have yew?”
    “‘Scuse me?”
    Doing the bloody? Sex, doing the dirty—vampires bite, bloody... yeah, whatever. Despite the fact that they actually had sex in Greece, Tristan wasn’t going to be childish and gloat. Besides, it wasn’t the guy’s business. Too bad it wasn’t Tristan’s since and wouldn’t until Ash could figure out how to curb her hunger. A sudden thought made Tristan flinch. Yukihime, the meddling shit, she had Ash’s spell book, the one Ash thought might hold a spell to help battle her vampiric nature. That’s why Ash wanted to stay behind, to wipe her hands of the old vampire and get her book back.
    “That’s none of your goddamn business.”
    “Shame, mate, don’t ken what yew is missin’.”
    In the backseat, Simon eased himself into a corner, looking like he was trying to disappear.
    “I told you, it’s none of your fucking business.” Damn, it was hard to bite his tongue. The question was, why bother? Tristan looked out the side window. Why not unload on Desmond, once and for all? Well, for one, it would be easier to do with swinging room.
    “You don’t know anything,” Tristan said, feeling a little petty for it since Desmond had said the very same thing to him more than once in the past.
    Desmond’s lips parted to flash his fangs in a nasty smile. “I ken Asta.”
    Tristan kept his comments to himself. But the moment they got out of this tiny car…
    “I ken she’s no getting what she needs.”
    In the back, Simon was starting to make little high pitched noises, looking horrified.
    “Last bump she got were with Lucien and that were ‘bout—”
    “Hey, asshole,” Tristan snapped, spinning around to glare at him. “He took, okay? You may be dead, but you still understand rape, you fucking insensitive prick.”
    Desmond glanced at him. The vampire’s grin was gone and his expression was serious for once. “Aye. That may be