Dark Destiny (Dark Sentinel #1) - Lexxie Couper Page 0,100
distaste. “That was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever done.” He looked up at him, his face once again belonging to a perpetually twenty-seven-year-old surfer, his eyes glinting with green mischief, his skin smooth and pale and almost luminescent. “Don’t ever, ever do that again.”
“That’s the thanks I get?” Patrick grinned and, before Ven could move, gave him a damn good punch to the arm.
“Ow!” Ven curled himself up into a ball, tucking his head under his arms. “This is no way to treat your brother! After everything I’ve just been through. Help! Help!”
Rolling his eyes, Patrick climbed to his feet, shaking his head at Ven’s dramatics. “Bloody hell, Ven. Remind me again why I just saved your life?”
Stretching onto his back, hands behind his head, Ven gave him a grin the Cheshire cat would have envied. “Because you love me and your life would be boring without me.”
“Yeah, right, that’s it. Now I remember.” Patrick snorted, shaking his head again as he reached out for Fred and slid his arm around her back, pulling her into the side of his body to hold her close.
Ven chuckled, turning his attention to Fred. “Guess you missed me again, Death. That’s twice I’ve denied you.”
She pulled herself closer into Patrick’s embrace and smiled. “I’m getting the feeling it will be impossible to miss you, Fang Face. You’re now the third constant in the universe.” She arched an eyebrow. “Me, taxes and Steven Watkins.”
With a wide smirk, Ven leapt to his feet and brushed the sand from his arse. “Well, you know what they say? You can’t keep a good vamp down. Or should that be a good Sentinel?” He gave them both a puzzled look. “What the bloody hell is a Sentinel anyway? Pestilence kept carrying on about it. Figured it must be something important.”
Fred laughed. “As you have pointed out before, Steven, a Sentinel is an Agent of the Order. A hunter—of sorts—monitored by the Highest, who gets to kick the shit out of…how should I put this…inhuman scum who step out of line. I’m afraid your bad-boy days are behind you.”
A dark light ignited in Ven’s eyes and an expression of furious grief etched his face. “If it means I get to kick the shit out of arseholes like Pestilence and Raziel, consider me signed up for life.”
Patrick studied his brother. There was more to Ven’s uncharacteristic response than physical pain and he would ask him about it, as well as fill him in on their… angelic family connections, a little fact his brother would find highly amusing, or irritating. Just not now. Not while his obvious anguish simmered so close to the surface.
Later.
He turned to Fred, smoothing his hands up her back. All he wanted to do was bury his head into her neck and breathe her in until he was giddy on her scent, but something still troubled him. “Tell me,” he said, fixing her with a steady look. “Where did I send Pestilence? Cause frankly, I haven’t got a bloody clue.”
She laughed. “The only place befitting an egomaniac asshole with delusions of grandeur. The lowest pit. A place lower than hell. Kinda like being sent to detention for demons and entities.”
“Can he come back?”
A distant expression crossed her face for a moment, her eyes glowing a brilliant white before they returned to their normal blue and she shook her head. “No. The First Horseman is where he is meant to be. The punishment is sound and the Weave has been rethreaded. The Order of Actuality is restored.”
Patrick suppressed a sigh and tugged her closer. “Is that it? Is it over? Can I go back to being just a lifeguard now?”
She gave him a long look, gnawing on her bottom lip. “Well…”
He cocked an eyebrow. “If you say no, you’re going to miss out on the best sex of your existence.”
“Oh, in that case.” She grinned. “It’s over. The beginning has ended.”
Patrick touched his lips to hers. “About bloody time.”
Epilogue
Death looked at herself in the mirror and sighed, a smile curling her lips. She looked good naked. Damn good. Maybe that’s why the lifeguard couldn’t keep his hands off her, a situation completely acceptable in her opinion. For the last five human days they’d done nothing but make love and when it came down to it, she could definitely go the rest of eternity with Patrick Watkins unable to keep his hands off her. Definitely.
“Are you done yet? Or do I have to come over there and help