The Immortal & the Vampyr (CURSES & GODS DUET) by Myka Loren EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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Atreyis
I want to die.
It’s the reason I was here, staring at this poorly dressed, pasty—so pale
he could compete with my asscheeks—trader.
He flipped his blond hair over his shoulder like a wet towel and dug
around in his desk drawer.
It was stuffy in his office. Weeks of perfume and dust quite literally
swirled around in the air. His cream jacket had a stain on it—brown or
maybe brick red. And who wore a cream jacket with purple lapels?
Mr. Darcy was his name. I always thought Darcy was a stupid name.
“I’m glad you could make it,” he said as he finally stopped digging and
slumped into his leather chair.
Leather? In this office? It took significant effort to refrain from
scrunching up my nose.
The wood was so weathered from who knows how many years of neglect
that the sealant peeled off, along with several mug rings burrowed into it.
But the chair was brand new. Mr. Darcy badly needed an interior designer.
He picked up the mug, his thin lips slurping the liquid loudly. The noise
alone made me regret agreeing to this.
“So you have a spell, then?” I wasn’t dancing around the subject. Get to
the point.
“I do.” His brown eyes flared as he moved them up and down my body.
“Great. What do you need then?” They all wanted something: money, sex,
drugs—an ancient artifact that allegedly held superpowers but was actually
someone’s vase for ashes.
“Is it true?”
My left foot tapped involuntarily. “What?”
Bringing his hands to his chin and folding his fingers beneath it, his
stubble made an atrocious scratching noise. “Nothing can kill you?”
“Hand me your pistol.” I was not in the mood for the explanation he
wanted. Actions speak louder than words, after all.
Hesitantly, he pulled the weapon from its holster and placed it on the
desk. His scrutinous gaze narrowed. Grabbing it, I angled the barrel at my
temple and pulled the trigger.
The ridiculous thing about having your brains burst from your skull was
that you didn’t feel it. So, while I lay in the puddle of my own slush,
watching the second hand tick by on the grandfather clock, he sprung to his
feet and rushed to me. He was desperately trying to resuscitate me.
They never believe it until they see it.
Mr. Darcy had the finest lines around his eyes. A deeper one burrowed
into his forehead, and the grim expression on his lips begged for a bit of
dramatics. When I winked and stuck my tongue out, he screamed, falling
back on his haunches.
Five seconds later, I was on my feet, covered in blood and very much
alive.
“Does that answer your question?” I dusted off my pants.
He nodded and gulped. “You are quite something, Mr. Winters.”
“Atreyis is fine.” This conversation took too long, and I had better things
to do with my night.
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