Lover Avenged (Black Dagger Brotherhood, Book 7)
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Rehvenge is used to living in the shadows and dealing with the roughest night walkers around—including the Black Dagger Brotherhood. As his secret identity as a sympath is threatened, he turns to the only light in his ever darkening world—a female vampire untouched by corruption, who’s the only thing standing between him and eternal damnation.
cheeks pale and hollow, as if her will had been tested horribly. But she wanted her brother back. The nature of lying was such that its working components were always the same: The objective truth was twisted or hidden or downright overwritten with the intent to deceive. What was murkier were the motivations behind the falsifications, and Ehlena thought of what she’d done in getting those pills for Rehvenge. She had intended to do good, and although that didn’t make her actions right or proper
on the back, a Fender Rock & Roll Religion shirt, chains hanging from his jeans, and kicks by Ed Hardy. Sad. Truly sad. Like putting twenty-fours on a Toyota Camry. And if the boy was armed? No doubt it was with a Swiss Army knife that got used mostly for the toothpick. But he didn’t have to be a fighter to be useful. Lash had those. From this POS he needed something else. The guy looked at Mr. D’s welcome Magnum and glanced back at the door as if he were wondering if he could outrun a bullet.
Abruptly, and for absolutely, positively no reason at all, he said, “You ever been in love, Trez?” “Nah.” The Moor returned to his chair in the corner, the curved lamp illuminating his handsome, dark face. “I watched iAm give it a try and decided it wasn’t for me.” “iAm? Get the fuck out. I didn’t know your brother ever had a chippie.” “He doesn’t talk about her, and I never met her. But he was miserable for a while in the way only a female can make a guy.” Rehv swirled around the brown sugar
because she was sitting in this ambulance with hands that shook so badly she couldn’t work a key. The thing was, it wasn’t that she wanted to change everything. She just wanted something for herself, something that made her know she was alive. Rehvenge’s deep amethyst eyes came at her from out of nowhere, and like a camera pulling back, she saw his carved face and his mohawk and his fine clothes and his cane. This time, when she reached forward with the key, the thing went in steadily, and the
trigger was, but his cock didn’t give a shit about those kinds of details. Outcome was all that mattered. Literally. Besides, for fuck’s sake, was he going to stay a virgin for the rest of his life just because of something that had been done to him a lifetime ago? Timing was everything, and he was sick and tired of sitting on his hands, denying himself what he really wanted. John rose to his feet and nodded once at Qhuinn. “Thank fuck,” the guy said as he slid out of the banquette. “Blay,