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Two er than three days
Nine at night, and Honor didn’t knohat she was doing here “Sorry about canceling our other appoint in so late”
Anastasia Reuben sray hair pulled back in a neat bun “I’ve worked with hunters for two decades, Honor I know going to see a therapist is worse than getting your teeth pulled”
She laughed, or tried to, the sound an aard rasp “So, how does this work?”
“There’s no pressure, no rules here,” Dr Reuben said, eyes gentle “If all you want to do is talk about the latest episode of Hunter’s Prey, then that’s e’ll do”
Honor had the feeling that wasn’t a hypothetical exa her head, she jerked to her feet, adrenaline racing through every cell in her body “I’m sorry to have wasted your ti into a cupboard, she pulled out a sold and white swirls “So words down on paper can help”
Honor took the notebook, having no intention of using it “Thanks”
“It’s for your eyes alone Burn it afterward if you want”
Giving a nod, Honor strode out of the small, discreet office two blocks from Guild HQ
It wasn’t until she was back in her apartment, laptop open to the tattoo file, that she allowed herself to think about why she’d gone Perhaps it had been the sloakening anger inside of her, a cold, bright thing that was all teeth and gleae that, stupid or not, she wanted to taste the dark sin of Dhtmares
All her life, she’d felt alone, rootless Even nohen she had friends, loyal and strong, there was a huge hole deep within—as if she’d lost soht she iven away the other However, as an adult, she recognized the sense of loss as so loneliness was neveror sleeping
“Enough,” she muttered “Tian to pulse with a quieter beat, the sky that iht and dawn She shouldn’t have given in to sleep but she was tired, her eyes gritty frohts, and oblivion hit before she knew it
It was the sound of a woed screaht ball on the sofa, wracked by dry sobs, the lingering echo of the wo holes in her soul Unable to bear it, she stued by an anguish so deep, she’d never felt its like How could that be? She’d been tortured and brokenbut this desolation, it came from another place, so very, very deep that it had no na the burn in her throat before the sadness could recapture her in its aching grip, she stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower It was barely five aht were better than the hour the previous night Washing off the sweat, she pressed her head against the tile and simply let the water roll over and off her
She’d always loved water Part of the reason she’d ended up in Manhattan was because it was surrounded by water It had been a considered decision to apply to the Acadees and knew that the Guild would cover her fees if she signed a contract to reraduation
The four-year one, but she’d never even considered leaving Not only had the other hunters becouages was a skill in constant deiven the fact that theirs was a world ruled by iht circled her mind back to the Tower and to the vampire who had always been her darkest,off the shower, she stepped out to dry herself off, forcing her brain to focus on the task that had left her with a splitting headache the previous night Whatever it was that had been tattooed on the va to the photos she’d received froical explanation And yet she knew there had to be one Because regardless of how the head had come into De
Dressing in jeans and a plain white tee, she headed out into the kitchen area, which flowed off the lounge, to prepare some tea The view from the entire front section of the apartainst the dark earlyto the glass wall, tea in hand, she watched a solitary angel come in to land He was only a silhouette frorace was extraordinary Not one of the “norht This was soel Dmitri had spoken with on the balcony outside his office
The knock on her door was so unexpected that she didn’t startle, just stared When it caun, and walked on silent feet to the peephole The vampire on the other side was a sleek predator she should’ve shot at first glance Instead, she opened the door “Dmitri”
Dressed in black jeans, a T-shirt of the same color, and a butter-soft leather coat that reached his ankles, he looked like the most sinful fantasy she’d ever had, the kind that left a wo breath, she caught the tendrils of sumptuous pleasure and blade-sharp sex in his scent
Not the reason for her response, but the lush addiction of it certainly didn’t help It was a good thing she wasn’t a true hunter-born—because he was potent “You usually visit around this tiainst the doorjae rew razored, cutting across her senses with deadly eroticism Suddenly all she saw in his eyes was a menace as sensual as a caress in the dark and as lethal as a stiletto “What have you done?” The question escaped every filter of social nicety and convention