Dark Mercy by Zoe Winters
1955, Las Vegas, Nevada
Angeline
has been on the run from her sire, Linus, for centuries. She’s tired,
and she’s lonely. High from mescaline-induced blood, she sees a sign—a
church that seems to glow in the distance—and she knows. Her future mate
is in that building.
Important Author’s Note:
Dark
Mercy is the beginning of Hadrian and Angeline’s story, not the end.
Their HEA will happen later in their own full-length novel. This story
is important both for the overall series and for this couple, but it’s
not their HEA. Just a mild disclaimer so no one goes in with false
expectations for this story.
Excerpt:
“A-Angeline. I haven’t seen you here in
awhile.” Could he not get that schoolboy stutter out of his voice?
“I was fighting temptation,” she replied
coyly.
Hadrian cleared his throat. “And did you
succeed?”
“No.”
She glided closer—or floated. The length
of her dress made it impossible to tell which. She stopped mere inches in front
of him. He should have taken a step back, should have excused himself, but her
strange eyes locked with his. They drew him in, hypnotizing him.
If he were another type of man, he would
have proclaimed she was a witch putting him under a spell, but it was just as
much his responsibility as hers for not moving away. It was his fault for not
finding a replacement for midnight Mass.
His mind became fuzzy.
What was I just thinking about?
Her eyes pulled him in, making the rest of
the room swirl around him in a slow blur. If he’d looked down to find them both
floating and spinning in the air, he wouldn’t have been surprised. He was dizzy
from the delicious scent emanating from her.
Her voice was a siren’s song when she
spoke again. “Forgive me, Father, for I’m about to sin.”
Angeline’s mouth tasted like hot cinnamon
candy as her lips descended on his. Her lip gloss left his mouth tingling. She
might burn him alive with a single kiss. She chuckled as she continued her
exploration of his mouth, as if he’d stated his thought aloud and she found it
amusing.
Somewhere deep inside him was the place
that was screaming that this must not happen, but it sounded like it was
shouting from far away down a long, dark hallway, disappearing into a tinny
echo. Quickly overtaking that voice was one penetrating thought that refused to
release him.
I want her. I want her. I want her. I
want her. The thought happened in rhythm to the
beat of his heart.
Her lips left his mouth and made a burning
trail over his cheek and up to the lobe of his ear. “Father Hadrian.” It was a
breathy pant that held all the promise of a new universe unfolding.
He couldn’t remember what she said after
that or even if she said something after that.
The pounding of his own blood rushing through his ears—and other blood racing
south in response to her nearness—had drowned out his ability to think or hear
anything else but the lilting magic of her voice calling his name.
“Father
Hadrian… ”
Her tone had gone from that of an angel to
a writhing serpent as she rubbed her sinewy body against him. This was wrong.
The thinking part of him clawed to get out. Something was all wrong about this,
beyond the breaking of a vow. But he couldn’t form a coherent thought.
I want her. I want her. I want her.
“And you shall have me. Forever,” she
said.
Had he spoken out loud? He wasn’t sure.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me right
now,” he said, as her fingers slid under the Roman collar.
It startled him. His collar. Where were
his vestments? There were more layers of clothing, or there had been a few
moments ago. He glanced down to find the vestments somehow on the floor of the
sanctuary. He started to pull away.
“No, Father. Eyes right here on mine. Stay
with me.”
His gaze shifted back to her eyes and his
will merged with her again. He didn’t realize his shirt was off until the air
from the chilly room hit his bare chest.
“Oh, what a surprise. You must work out. Don’t be shy, Father Hadrian. It’s a crime
you never get to be inside a woman with this body.”