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

true... didn’ mean she didn’ like it.”
    “You fucking son of a bitch!” The only reason he didn’t punch the bastard right then was because he didn’t want to die in a car wreck.
    “Yew is just hurting the wee lass. Yew is not giving her anything she needs.”
    “Really? And what exactly does she need, huh?” Like he didn’t know without asking. God, it wasn’t like he wasn’t trying to give Ash those things. She was the one who refused. But he couldn’t blame her, she was the more sensible one of them, less rash. Someone had to be.
    The Scotsman went off on a tangent in another language, his face reddening with anger, which was pretty hard to do for a vampire, actually. When he calmed down enough to find English again he said, “You’re a greedy git, trying tae hold onto something that’s no meant for yew. Yew is not even feeding Asta. Haruka at least gave her that much.”
    Suddenly numb, he mumbled, “Haruka?”
    Desmond’s expression was hard with anger but there was a proud gleam in his green eyes. “Yew dinnae ken, then? Aw well, bound tae happen when your lover and yew don’t bond.”
    “Like you know anything about bonding?”
    “It’s what vampire do, we bite, bask, fook… it’s our purpose in life. Asta bonded with Haruka in a way she won’t ever with yew. Yew ken why?”
    He gnashed his teeth for a moment before spitting out, “No, but you’re going to fucking tell me…”
    “’Cause fur some inexplicable reason she fooking loves yew and is too bloody lost on yew tae see that yew is trying to change her. Yew is making her human. A simple, dimwitted, love-blind, bloody human.”
    “She’s already human enough without my influence,” he said carefully through his rage. “Besides, maybe that’s what she needs.” If he were really all that bad for her, then she would just leave, right?
    The vampire only stared at him, his jaw set hard as he seemed to think about what he was going to say. And all Tristan wanted to do in that moment was tear Desmond to pieces.
    Then he sobered.
    That wasn’t him. He really wasn’t a naturally violent person. That side of him, the viciousness started with Malik’s intrusion into his life. He had to believe that, he had to believe he was still good because if he wasn’t, what was he left with? The title of murderer?
    Desmond laughed, a sudden burst of noise. The others jumped. Tristan glanced back to check on Simon; the poor fae looked petrified.
    “Oi, mate, don’t let it trouble yew. We’ve got a job to do, keep yur heid in it.”
    Tristan scowled, thinking he was the big fucking ape who brought it up in the first place. One thing was for sure, he wouldn’t regret leaving this guy behind.
    The car was filled with silence after that. Not even Simon dared to open his mouth again. It wasn’t until they’d been driving for nearly an hour that Tristan grew agitated.
    “Where the fuck are we going?” he grumped.
    “Nearly there,” Desmond answered in a low voice that held a bit of angry contempt and very little accent.
    After another length of silence, Desmond’s demeanor suddenly shifted and Tristan knew he wasn’t going to like what the vampire had to say by the sudden devious grin.
    “Oi, nearly forgot ask… How was France?”
    Tristan’s jaw tightened as his attention went to Simon in the back when he made a squeaking noise.
    “Fr—France?” the fae asked excitedly. He scooted on the seat to be close to Tristan. “So you were the one Master said was looking for big brother!”
    Oh. Shit.
    That fucking lying bitch of a meddling vampire.
    Tristan’s jaw tightened as he tried to glare a hole into the side of Desmond’s head. “Uh…”
    “Sure he was,” Desmond suddenly said, making Tristan balk. “Why don’t you tell him all about it?”
    “Really!” Simon squeaked, practically jumping into Tristan’s lap.
    “You son of a bitch,” Tristan hissed at Desmond as he pushed Simon back. It was obvious the kid had no idea