been frozen in time.
Those houses screamed immortal money.
Behind them rose skyscrapers that glittered with light. But the tallest building of all was the Tower, a soaring spear of light that pierced the starlit night sky and made her breath catch. Angels flew in and out, their wings silhouetted against the night, their beauty extraordinary. “Have you ever fantasized about plucking off an angel’s feathers?” It was the first time she’d spoken in the past sixty minutes as Venom drove them in and around and through their city.
“Illium’s sometimes, when he gets too maddening,” Venom said lightly. “Do you have anti-angel fantasies?”
“Just anti-Uram.” Even saying his name made the scream build in her throat. “I fantasize about bringing him back to life in a way that means he’s paralyzed, able to feel what I’m doing but unable to stop me.” The latter was very important. Even in her fantasies, Holly knew she was no match for an archangel. “Then I want to sit there and pluck off each and every one of his feathers.” Gray with flecks of amber, those feathers had been far too beautiful for the ugliness they hid. “After which I want to stab and stab and stab at him until he’s nothing but a piece of meat.”
She exhaled loudly. “Go ahead, call me a psycho.”
Venom shrugged. “I have high standards for the psycho call. You barely brush the surface.” A glance out of mirrored sunglasses.
“Take those off!” Moving with that strange speed that lived in her, Holly tore off the sunglasses and threw them behind their seats.
Venom hadn’t jerked the steering wheel despite her unexpected act. “Those are expensive,” he said calmly. “You can’t afford to replace them, kitty.”
“Fuck you.”
“Sorry, the line’s too long for you to get to the top.”
Her fangs dripped, poison filling her mouth.
And it was too much. The kidnapping attempt. Losing what little freedom she’d earned after years of teeth-gritted hard work. Having her genesis shoved into her face. Venom’s provocation. She hissed and dove for his throat, not thinking about the danger of attacking him while he was driving, not thinking at all.
8
Venom slammed out a hand to grip Holly’s jaw, keeping it away from his neck while he controlled the car with his free hand. She clawed at him, but he could take a few scratches. He could take her bite, too, but it’d affect him for a split second that could cause a crash. Gripping her jaw hard, he pulled the car over to the side of the street.
They were in a dark part of town, an area filled with business workers in the day and homeless people at night. None of those people would dare come near the well-known viper green of his car.
So he released Holly and sucked in a breath as her fangs penetrated his skin. Her poison burned for that split second before it was neutralized, but she didn’t let go. Her nails dug into the other side of his neck, her fangs impaling him.
But she wasn’t feeding, wasn’t doing anything but holding him in place.
He lifted his hand, put it on the back of her head and pushed slightly. “Drink,” he ordered in a voice that not many people would dare disobey. “Drink.”
Holly dug her nails in deeper but refused to do as he’d asked. So he squeezed the back of her neck. Hard. “Or would you prefer that I drink from you, kitty?” he said in his coldest, silkiest tone. “I wonder what Uram’s blood—” That did it.
She drank.
And fire raced through his bloodstream. That, he hadn’t expected. Feeding could be erotic, but this was Holly, not a woman he planned to fuck. Gritting his teeth against the unexpected reaction that went straight to his cock, he pulled her off when her body began to go lax. “Enough. You’re gorging now.”
Eyes glowing acid green, she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, smearing a droplet of blood across her cheek, and just stared at his neck.
Venom smiled. “Drop the act, Hollyberry. I know you’re back in control.” Angling his body, he gripped her jaw again before she could move. “You’ve also been a very bad girl.”
Baring her teeth, she licked her tongue over her fangs. And his goddamn cock grew even more rigid, though he knew she was trying to get a rise out of him. “You haven’t been drinking your quota of blood.” Holly had been placed on a strict blood regime because she disliked the vampirish side of herself so