Darcy Branwyn

Songs from my playlist: A Little Death to Laugh. Alessandro is over a thousand years old, and Kendra twenty-nine. 🤣 It makes for some interesting predicaments they get themselves into.  

…“Do you want to get arrested or something?” she whispered. “I don’t think you would like that kind of attention.” She planted her feet and he finally stopped, probably only because dragging her would have been inconvenient.

“Better than you being dead,” he told her.

Not dead, at least not technically. She’d be of the undead.

It would be justifiable at this point to remind him that this whole arrangement was really about him needing her as his hostage against Theron, but she couldn’t, because she understood his true nature now. Made her wonder what had forced him into the monastery. A woman maybe? Wouldn’t surprise her any.

He’d spent the last hundred years trying to fight what he’d been created for in the first place.

And then there she was.

She looked at him again, this time with far too much compassion and not nearly enough bluster. “How are you going to watch me once the police come and separate us? Around here, men don’t go in the ladies’ room.”

His brows lifted in challenge.

She looked him over. “At least not dressed like you are, they don’t.”

He ducked his head to hers, Kendra lifting her chin in automatic response. “Getting away from them really won’t be a problem,” he said.

She glanced at the young man at the counter. He looked away as if pretending he hadn’t been watching them.

“If I see anything in there, I’ll scream,” she told him. “You’re fast. It’ll be okay.”

He ducked his head closer. One arm slid around her waist. His hand pressed her firmly into him. Kendra let out a drawn breath at the contact. “Do you know how long it takes to snap someone’s neck?” he asked quietly.

“Not very long?”

He took her by the back of the head with his other hand, still holding her against him, and tipped her head back exposing her throat. Her heart thudded hard in her chest. “A fraction of a second.”

“Good thing we’re on the same side here, huh?” she breathed, aware he kinda had her by the neck and could’ve broken it himself if he’d wanted to. “Lesson learned, now let me go. They don’t plan to kill me anyway.”

He let go, Kendra catching herself on his arm. “I would not hurt you,” he said.

“Good to know and all, but right now I have something I kind of have to do, and I need to do it without you.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but she skirted around him, slamming the restroom door in his face.

“I don’t care how old you are or how many wives you’ve had. I am not taking you in the bathroom with me.”

“Kendra,” he warned from the other side of the door.

“Follow, and you’re a dead man.” She didn’t yell. It wasn’t necessary. She knew he could hear her just fine.

“Be fast,” she heard him say…

Repeat after me: I (state name) am so addicted to Darcy that I will sell my firstborn, all of my blood, and my soul to support her blog…