Her Blood Sings: Episode 01 Read Online Free
Author: Vivian Wolkoff
Tags: witches new adult college romance vampires
anger burn in his veins. "Oh, really?
What gave that away?"
The elevator pinged and the doors slid open.
They walked down the hall.
“You have a good heart, Chris," Lydia said.
Her smile slipped from her lips. She looked concerned, her face set
in a frown. "You do a pretty good job of pretending to everyone -
even yourself - that you don't, but I know better.”
His anger deflated. Lydia might annoy him
when she got insightful like that, but she loved him. He opened his
mouth to say something stupid and juvenile that would end the
conversation, but Lydia didn't give him a chance.
"You used to play with my dolls and tell me
stories when I was a little girl," she said with a sad smile.
"Elliot never had time for me and Louisa didn't seem to care, but
you never turned away. You told me you had wanted a family with
your wife and-"
"Elizabeth is dead and I'm not," Chris said.
His voice was clipped.
"Chris-"
Lydia raised a hand to touch Chris. He pulled
away.
Her hand dropped at her side. She sighed.
"My life now is here with you and Darcy and
our clan. Like you said, it is what it is."
She slid between Chris and his room's door,
blocking his escape route.
"Don't neglect your good heart, Chris," Lydia
said. "That shit tends to come back to bite you in the ass."
He barked a laugh, trying to hide his
discomfort behind humor. "You're a poet, Lydia."
She tried very hard not to laugh with him. "I
mean it. Do something about it."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I don't know." Lydia waved her hands. "Get a
puppy. Keep a lover on the side for a while. Do something."
"Fix a problem I don't think I have?" Chris
laughed. "Is that what you're saying?"
He moved closer, eager to get into his room
and end this conversation. Lydia didn't leave her spot in front of
his door.
"I'm worried about you, Chris." Her voice was
quiet, small. "I've been worried about you for a while now. I've
seen how you look at mortals when you think no one is looking. Part
of you still wants a family and love and the normal life we can't
have. I'm afraid that with everything that is coming up now, those
feelings will come back to haunt you."
He smiled at her and kissed her forehead.
"Don't worry about me. I'm fine."
Lydia had this look on her face, like Chris
had disappointed her. That sent a stab through his unbeating
heart.
She stepped to the side, freeing his path to
his room. "If you say so..."
Chris focused very hard on opening his door
and walking into his suite. He was about to close his door when he
thought of the perfect joke to crack to make Lydia smile. He leaned
into the hallway, ready to call her. Lydia was already gone.
Chapter 4
Tamara smoothed her hands over her blouse,
trying to rid herself of any imaginary wrinkle that might be on the
fabric. She glanced at her watch - something she had done several
times in the last couple of hours. She knew it was pointless, but
it was always the same song-and-dance. Every time her Aunt Sandra
and her Uncle Baltus came to visit she’d spend days in nervous
preparation.
Tamara's aunt and uncle were the closest
thing she had to grandparents. Her Aunt Sandra, fresh out of the
academy, had taken in Tamara's mom - barely fifteen at the time -
when their parents had died in a car accident. Ten years later,
Sandra became the proud aunt of a bouncing baby witch - Tamara. She
had never lived farther than a walking distance from Aunt Sandra
and Uncle Baltus. They were the whole reason why she wanted to join
the Intelligence Office, the whole reason why she had jumped to the
opportunity to take this special mission - even though she wasn't
old enough to be a spy.
She had left friends and family back in New
Orleans and come to college in Thunder Bay to keep an eye on the
three earthlings that could cause trouble to the myths in the
future. Operations Three Royals, Aunt Sandra had called it. Tamara
just hadn't expected to really like two of the three royals, Lucy
and Evie. They were innocent, as far as
What gave that away?"
The elevator pinged and the doors slid open.
They walked down the hall.
“You have a good heart, Chris," Lydia said.
Her smile slipped from her lips. She looked concerned, her face set
in a frown. "You do a pretty good job of pretending to everyone -
even yourself - that you don't, but I know better.”
His anger deflated. Lydia might annoy him
when she got insightful like that, but she loved him. He opened his
mouth to say something stupid and juvenile that would end the
conversation, but Lydia didn't give him a chance.
"You used to play with my dolls and tell me
stories when I was a little girl," she said with a sad smile.
"Elliot never had time for me and Louisa didn't seem to care, but
you never turned away. You told me you had wanted a family with
your wife and-"
"Elizabeth is dead and I'm not," Chris said.
His voice was clipped.
"Chris-"
Lydia raised a hand to touch Chris. He pulled
away.
Her hand dropped at her side. She sighed.
"My life now is here with you and Darcy and
our clan. Like you said, it is what it is."
She slid between Chris and his room's door,
blocking his escape route.
"Don't neglect your good heart, Chris," Lydia
said. "That shit tends to come back to bite you in the ass."
He barked a laugh, trying to hide his
discomfort behind humor. "You're a poet, Lydia."
She tried very hard not to laugh with him. "I
mean it. Do something about it."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I don't know." Lydia waved her hands. "Get a
puppy. Keep a lover on the side for a while. Do something."
"Fix a problem I don't think I have?" Chris
laughed. "Is that what you're saying?"
He moved closer, eager to get into his room
and end this conversation. Lydia didn't leave her spot in front of
his door.
"I'm worried about you, Chris." Her voice was
quiet, small. "I've been worried about you for a while now. I've
seen how you look at mortals when you think no one is looking. Part
of you still wants a family and love and the normal life we can't
have. I'm afraid that with everything that is coming up now, those
feelings will come back to haunt you."
He smiled at her and kissed her forehead.
"Don't worry about me. I'm fine."
Lydia had this look on her face, like Chris
had disappointed her. That sent a stab through his unbeating
heart.
She stepped to the side, freeing his path to
his room. "If you say so..."
Chris focused very hard on opening his door
and walking into his suite. He was about to close his door when he
thought of the perfect joke to crack to make Lydia smile. He leaned
into the hallway, ready to call her. Lydia was already gone.
Chapter 4
Tamara smoothed her hands over her blouse,
trying to rid herself of any imaginary wrinkle that might be on the
fabric. She glanced at her watch - something she had done several
times in the last couple of hours. She knew it was pointless, but
it was always the same song-and-dance. Every time her Aunt Sandra
and her Uncle Baltus came to visit she’d spend days in nervous
preparation.
Tamara's aunt and uncle were the closest
thing she had to grandparents. Her Aunt Sandra, fresh out of the
academy, had taken in Tamara's mom - barely fifteen at the time -
when their parents had died in a car accident. Ten years later,
Sandra became the proud aunt of a bouncing baby witch - Tamara. She
had never lived farther than a walking distance from Aunt Sandra
and Uncle Baltus. They were the whole reason why she wanted to join
the Intelligence Office, the whole reason why she had jumped to the
opportunity to take this special mission - even though she wasn't
old enough to be a spy.
She had left friends and family back in New
Orleans and come to college in Thunder Bay to keep an eye on the
three earthlings that could cause trouble to the myths in the
future. Operations Three Royals, Aunt Sandra had called it. Tamara
just hadn't expected to really like two of the three royals, Lucy
and Evie. They were innocent, as far as