Free Dark Desires After Dusk by Kresley Cole

option.”
    â€œSome of these factions might think to check yourpharmacy records. This is a life-or-death situation, Holly.”
    â€œThough I understand very little about tonight, that fact has fully sunk in. But I’m not overstating the importance of those pills.”
    â€œWe’ll see. That’s the best I can promise.”
    â€œWhere are we meeting your brother?” she asked, letting the subject drop. He knew she’d come back around to it eventually.
    â€œNorth of the lake.”
    â€œSo we have about thirty minutes. Cadeon, will you kindly explain why I am the most popular girl in town?”
    â€œYou’re a Valkyrie now, so that makes you a member of the Lore—it’s a collection of mythical beings, except we’re not mythical. Just about anything you’ve ever imagined or read about exists in some fashion.”
    â€œLike vampires and Valkyrie.”
    He nodded. “And werewolves and sirens and ghouls.”
    â€œWhat are Valkyrie like?”
    Strange, eccentric. Beautiful to a fault. Holly would fit right in. “They’re strong as hell. Fast, too, with good senses.” He couldn’t stop himself from saying, “But they’re very docile, and happy to do a male’s bidding.”
    She frowned at that, but before she could ask, he continued, “Now, about every five hundred years, an Accession comes, and—”
    â€œWhat’s an Accession?”
    â€œIt’s a force that affects Lorekind by pitting species against each other. Some think it began as a mechanism to kill off immortals, or we’d never die, continue spawning, and overrun the earth. So every five centuries, unique things happen. And you’re one of them.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?”
    â€œWith each Accession, a Lorekind female called a Vessel reaches sexual maturity. Her firstborn will be the ultimate warrior for either good or evil, depending on the father’s inclination.”
    â€œThat’s why those demons wanted to . . . to . . .”
    â€œBreed with you? Yeah. And the leeches wanted to kill you because they didn’t know if the demons had already completed their ritual.”
    Her brows drew together. “Wait. I’m called a Vessel ? Could there be a more derogatory term? By its very definition, a vessel is of no importance compared to its contents. Vessels are disposable. Couldn’t these Lorekind have gone with baby maker or bun oven ?”
    â€œI lobbied for cargo hold, but just lost out.”
    Again, she recrossed her legs. They were toned, taut—all that swimming had done her right. He wondered what she would do if he reached over and put his hand on her knee, sliding it up her thigh. There’d be no panties to get in his way . . . .
    As if she knew his musings, she pulled the jacket down with a glare.
    Hell, he might have to turn her over to Rydstrom completely. No. As soon as the thought arose, Cade swatted it down. Call him a glutton for punishment, but he was going to take every second with her that he could get.
    â€œAll kinds of factions, both good and evil, will be searching for you,” he continued, “wanting you either bred or dead. Even some of the good guys will seek to kill you.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œBecause in the last seven Accessions, only one good offspring has been born. The rest are evil.”
    â€œSo the odds are that mine would be, too.”
    â€œExactly. They’d act for the greater good, or to ensure their own dominance.”
    â€œWhat if I got my tubes tied or something?”
    â€œThey’ll kill you to make sure.” And it probably wouldn’t take anyway. She was too far gone into the transition to Valkyrie. If she had surgery, her body would simply “heal” it.
    She was quiet for long moments. “This sounds really dangerous, protecting me. Are you doing it just for the pay?”
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