Blood Bargain
CHAPTER ONEThe sound was more than a thought, less than a whisper.
"Here..e...here..."
I don't know how, but I heard the insistence behind the words and I knew they were meant for me.
"Sis...sis...sis..."
The sound faded, even less distinct than before. I strained to hear more.
"Sisssss..."
The last hissing sibilant was drowned out by the sound of a door shutting upstairs. I heard a shuffle of movement, then muffled steps descending the thickly carpeted staircase.
"Tucker?" My own voice sounded overloud to my ears.
Adam appeared at the bottom of the bedroom staircase holding two open bottles of wine in his left hand, each suspended by the neck. His right hand cradled two wine stems, each two-thirds filled, the red liquid gleaming in the low light.
He was dressed in his usual casual elegance -- black silk dress shirt, sleeves rolled back to reveal muscular forearms, collar open to show a small V of pale skin at the neck, shirt tucked into finely woven custom-tailored black slacks. His feet were bare, owing to his habit of removing his shoes at the front door. Adam told me once he liked to feel the textures of the car ... read full excerpt from: Blood Bargain ebook
