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B2 | Chapter 4 Part 3: The Old Blood
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Breakfast the next morning came with exactly one piece of business attached to it and bacon eating Corporal's bacon from her plate before running away to eat it in the highest perch of his cat tree. Yes, it was too high for Corporal to reach him and they both knew it."Carver's ready whenever you want him vetted properly," Reaper said, coffee in hand. "I can bring him in today if you want it done before the week's out.""Do it today. Two o'clock. Conference room, not my office." She didn't look at him, still glaring at the hole in the cat tree making crunching sounds. "I don't need to be in the room for it. You'll get more out of him without me there."Reaper nodded, "I know." his eyes glancing at the hole too."Let me know what you get." The crunching stopped and two yellow eyes peared back at her glare."Always do." Reaper smiled and turned back tot he kitchen, "Bacon, you are asking to get shot at this point, buddy."By two o'clock, Reaper was already in the conference room, twenty
Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir B2 | Chapter 4 Part 4: The Old Blood
Neither of them said another word about work for the rest of the night. She didn't try. He didn't let her."Stay up here tonight," she said eventually, toweling her hair dry. "The suite's already warm. I don't feel like driving anywhere.""You don't feel like leaving," Reaper said. "Different thing." He was already reaching for a shirt. "Bacon hasn't seen you in two days. He'll take it out on the furniture first, then he'll take it out on me for not bringing you home sooner.""Bacon doesn't even like me.""No," Reaper agreed, entirely too pleased about it. "He really doesn't. Which is exactly why you're going home to deal with him instead of hiding up here from both of you."She didn't have a good argument for that. Mostly because it was true on both counts.The drive back was quiet in the way their drives usually were, not empty, just economical. She watched the city move past the window and let it settle, the particular decompression of leaving one version of herself behind and pick
Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir B2 | Chapter 4 Part 3: The Old Blood
"There," he murmured, mouth close to her ear now. "There she is."She reached back for him without entirely deciding to. He caught her hand and brought it to his mouth once. Then he stood and undid the rest of his own clothes with none of the careful patience he'd spent on hers, faster, plainer, a man who'd been waiting considerably longer than the last hour for this. The water rose and resettled around them both when he stepped in. He didn't sit across from her the way the size of the tub would have allowed. He came to where she was, guided her back until she was braced along the tub's wide stone lip, water lapping at her thighs, the rest of her lifted just clear enough of it for what he had in mind."Reaper—""Still working," he said, and the words came out rough now, all the earlier patience gone somewhere lower, "on getting you out of your head. Let me finish the job."He kissed the inside of one knee, then the other, unhurried again in a different register entirely. When his mout
Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir B2 | Chapter 4 Part 2: The Old Blood
He led her past the tenth floor's main hallway to a section of wall that looked, to anyone who didn't already know better, like the building simply ended there. A palm scan and a code she'd set herself years ago opened onto a narrow staircase. At the top of it waited a door that opened into a space nobody outside a very short list of people knew existed. Warm light instead of fluorescent. A bed nobody but the two of them had ever slept in. Through an open doorway, a bathroom built around a tub large enough for three people, stone-lined, steam already curling faintly off the water Reaper must have started running before he'd ever come to find her."You planned this.""I planned the bath an hour ago. The rest of it you did yourself, several rooms at a time." He shrugged out of his own jacket and hung it without ceremony, then turned to her, and something in his expression shifted from teasing into something quieter, more deliberate. "Turn around."She did. He knelt first, unhurried, and
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Corporal was three files deep into the evening before she noticed the light outside her office windows had gone from gold to nearly nothing, which usually meant she'd stopped paying attention to anything the clock could tell her hours ago. The ashtray at her elbow was full, a small mountain of cherry-stained filters that told its own story about how long she'd actually been sitting there. The Carver folder sat open on the left side of her desk. A second screen ran the eighth floor's camera feed on a loop she'd already watched twice without catching whatever it was that kept snagging her attention. Her phone buzzed against the desk with something from Vince about the seventh floor's courier schedule. She answered it one-handed while turning a page of Carver's file with the other, her mind splitting itself into three unequal pieces and giving none of them quite enough room to breathe.Reaper let himself in without knocking, the way he always did, two folders under his arm and the quiet
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They spent the better part of two hours moving floor to floor, a rhythm Corporal had built so many times it had stopped requiring conscious thought. The seventh floor's courier problem turned out to be a scheduling conflict, solved in six minutes once she asked the one question no one on the floor had thought to ask. Between the seventh and the ninth, the elevator slowed as it passed eight without either of them requesting it, the doors easing open on a room gone abruptly quiet before someone inside jabbed a button hard enough to cut them shut again. Vince didn't comment. Neither did she, out loud. The silence on the other side of those doors had a shape to it, and she'd learned a long time ago to remember the shape of a silence even when she couldn't yet name what caused it.The ninth floor, which handled the parts of the operation too sensitive to name even inside the building, needed nothing from her except her signature on three transfers, which she reviewed line by line before si
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