Blood Consort by Jade Marshall and Rose Wulf

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Thanatos Coven, 2

Harlow
I’ve spent most of my life being told the things I see aren’t real.

Ghosts don’t whisper warnings. The dead don’t follow you home. And strangers definitely don’t look at you like they’ve been waiting centuries to find you.

Mateo says I’m his consort. He says the bond between us can’t be broken. He says I’m safer with him than anywhere else, but I don’t believe him. Not yet.

But the Hunters chasing me do. And the powerful vampires watching from the shadows seem to know exactly who I am… even when I don’t.

Mateo
The moment I caught her scent, I knew. Fate doesn’t make mistakes, and Harlow is destined to be mine.

Protecting her should be simple. Claim her. Bind her. Keep her inside the safety of my coven and away from the enemies already closing in. Except she doesn’t trust me.

Her past is full of secrets someone worked very hard to erase, and the Blood Council is suddenly paying far too much attention to the woman destiny chose for me.

The only thing I know for sure… if anyone tries to take her from me, they won’t survive it.

 

Excerpt:

I find Mateo leaning against the outside wall just beside the same patio door I’d stepped through earlier, as if he’d been watching me all along. He straightens as I near, but makes no move to reach for me.

I come to a stop instead of attempting to cross the threshold. “I’m not a dog,” I tell him, watching closely as his brow dips in what appears to be confusion. “You can’t slap a collar on me or throw me in a crate at your leisure. You don’t get to arbitrarily decide where I go, if, when, or with whom.”

Mateo bites out a sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I won’t be anyone’s prisoner, Mateo,” I say, as sharply as the rising ache in my chest allows. “I don’t care what you think you are or what you think that means for anyone else—”

My words choke off as I suddenly find myself spun completely around. My back is pressed to the side of the building, several feet away from the open doorway, before I can even blink. I feel almost as though the air I was in the process of breathing may itself have been left behind in the spot where I’m sure I was standing just a moment ago.

Mateo isn’t touching me, but his palms are flat on the wall about shoulder-width apart on either side of my head, and he leans close enough that the moonlight only barely illuminates his face. “I know exactly what I am, Harlow,” he says, speaking slowly and with firm emphasis.

My lungs seize. Not from his words, or even from the impossibly fast movement, but at the sight of fangs I’m sure I’ve never seen before, suddenly clear as day in his mouth. And they don’t look anything like those god-awful fake plastic things people wear for Halloween.

But that’s impossible. Surely, that’s impossible. I see death nearly every day, no matter how hard I try to avoid it. How could I not have known?

Mateo straightens and takes a step backward, letting his arms fall. “Don’t make me bite you to prove it. That’s not how this is supposed to happen.”

I swallow hard as doubt creeps in. “Even if it’s possible vampires are real,” I manage to say, though I’m struggling to find the strength I’d felt just seconds ago, “that doesn’t change anything. You lied to me from the very beginning. And now you expect me just to accept being held here because you might be some superior being?”

Mateo’s eyes narrow, and I have the strangest sense that I am certain he dislikes the words rolling off my tongue. It feels similar to self-directed anger.

The unexpected sensation makes my words falter, and a rush of something even harder to explain surges up in my chest. Despite everything—all his lies, his trying to hold me against my will, and even the discomfort of the possibility of the whole vampire thing—I don’t like the idea of him feeling something so harmful toward himself.

I have to consciously remind myself that the only thing he has to be mad about is the fact that I’m not collapsing at his feet and that this man isn’t who I thought he was. Who the hell cares if he pouts?

“I know I lied,” Mateo says after a short moment of quiet. “And I know you’ve been through a lot today—”

“Not just today,” I snap, his words somehow propelling my mind back into focus. My indignation returns with such force I even take a step from the wall, inadvertently bringing us closer, and my hands curl into tight fists at my sides. I repeat myself in a quiet, firm tone, willing him to see the fire in my eyes. “Not just today. And I will never be held against my will again. Do you understand?”

Mateo’s beautiful eyes blow wide. “Again?”

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