Page 77 of Bloodhunter

We fucked. Atop hills of dead vampires we fucked. Wetouched, kissed, cried, celebrated the victory, and fought off the blackness.

Two hunters who’d created an irreversible and unassailablebond then sealed that bond with blood and sex and fate and something older andmore mysterious than life.

It had no name.

It didn’t need one.

It just was.

It existed. I existed.

Maybe I was death, but I was also life.

And life was just beginning.

“Bloodhunter,” he whispered, in my ear, and I smiled to hearit.

I’d become the storm, fought the storm, and finally, I embracedthe storm.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I couldn’t have been filthier.

I reeked. My boots squelched when I walked. Semen ran downmy thighs, sticky and wet. Blood dried on my skin, crusted inside my nostrils,and welled from cuts, scrapes, and bites I didn’t remember getting. Vampireblood and guts had mixed with the dirt upon which I’d lain, creating a smellymud that coated the entire back of my body, lodged beneath my fingernails, andcaught in my hair.

Just barely, I made it to my car without having a breakdownat the gross state of my body. “Eww, eww, eww,” I chanted under my breath, thenclimbed in and slammed shut the door. I was shivering from the slimy cold, andthe second I started the old car, I cranked up the heater.

It blew out cold air and as I waited impatiently for it toheat, I stared out my window.

Shane climbed into his truck and drove away without saying aword.

And finally, the interior of my car was warm and cozy anddark, but there was no way to relax. I’d had sex with Shane.

It would have been fine except we really didn’t like eachother. The wild sex didn’t change that. And we had to work together.

“Awkward,” I whispered.

I hadn’t been careful. I hadn’t eventhoughtaboutthings like pregnancy or STD’s.

I grabbed my phone, suddenly panicked, and texted Miriam asI drove. Apparently, I wasn’t careful when it came to most things.

I need the morning after pill.

She texted me back right away. Even at four a.m. most of BayTown was awake. The supernaturals were night people.

How long before you get here?

Twenty minutes.

It’ll be in your room when you get home.

Thanks, Miriam.

She waited for two minutes before sending another text.

I’ll want all the details. Come find me when you wake up.Hashtag girltalk.Lol.

I sighed, then stuffed my phone back into the pocket ofShane’s jacket. My clothes…no way could I have crawled back into those ripped,wet jeans. Shane had cut them off me. They were ruined shreds of fabric,littering the ground along with the clothes from the vampires who’ddisappeared.