Precious Blood Jasper Indiana Novels & Stories

"You do not have a choice. Your bloodline is too important to be wasted, and I gave a great deal to claim it." I shook my head at once, refusing to accept his words, my hands pressing into the soft carpet beneath me, trying to steady myself and hold onto some sense of control. "We both know you did not pay anything," I said, my voice sharper now as I looked at him with accusation. "Did you not destroy the auction yourself?" Jasper moved quickly, his hand coming up to grab my chin firmly, holding it in place as he lifted my face to meet his. "That is true," he said quietly, "But you have no idea what I had to go through just to find you," he added,

A game where daughters were transferred, sons were buried alive, fathers were replaced, and wedding rings became weapons. I pressed my palm to my stomach as the pup shifted faintly inside me, and the soft movement almost broke me because my child was already trapped in this nightmare before even being born. “Jasper is a psychopath,” I whispered. “Power-hungry. Controlling. Cruel in a way that doesn’t always show immediately. When I first entered that house, he still pretended sometimes. He acted wounded, like he was the victim of his own life. Sometimes he spoke softly enough to make me so guilty of what happened.”

Jasper's heart belonged to someone else. There were times when he felt Alice was wasting her life and beauty being with him. His gaze wandered toward her and finally fell on her slender wrist. Sure enough, she was still wearing the bracelet his grandfather gave her. Even though it didn't match her outfit today, she couldn't bear to take it off. It was obvious she loved it. Jasper narrowed his eyes, and his heart was racing. The Georgian Sky-Blue Porcelain Chalices attracted intense bidding. The auctioneer was overwhelmed!

Toward Araya. Toward the reckoning Jasper's avoided for years. Halfway through the marsh, Jasper starts coughing. Hard, wracking coughs that double him over. Lucian stops. Turns back. Jasper coughs into his hand. When he pulls it away, blood stains his palm. Not normal blood. Silver flecks glimmer in it. Jasper stares at the blood. His face goes pale. "The corruption," Jasper whispers. "It's worse than I thought." The silver flecks catch the faint sunlight filtering through mist. They shimmer like tiny stars in the crimson pool.

Well, the Devotion Pack a couple hundred years ago," he continues nonchalantly. I twist around, that being the last thing I had expected to hear from him right now, and also the last thing I wanted to question. Jasper smiles, as he stands smoothly, his eyes holding me almost paralyzed. "Time travel?" I squeak, that being the only conclusion that I could come to. Jasper tilted his head, and I could tell from the glint in his eyes that he knows I don't truly believe him. Sure I have been exposed to a lot of magic recently, but still, this is traveling through time we are talking abut. Jasper strides toward me, around the counter, the tips of his fingers dragging across the soapstone. I however

I chuckled, stuffing a few chips into my mouth. “For the record, we’re not surprised. And I could use your help with a refresher course as we’re preparing some evidence to present to the elders about River Bed. I’ve been doing some digging on the off-chance Victor manages to slither his way out of the current charges and I’ve found quite a few infractions in their finances that could probably be the key to some larger discoveries of more serious crimes.” Jasper said heavily. I was thrilled at the idea of getting some hands-on training offered to me so early in the game.

"It's done. They'll be here tomorrow, just as promised." "The money-" Jasper said and bent over holding his stomach, coughing and spitting blood on the floor. "Oh my God. We have to get you to the hospital now. You might have some internal bleeding." We helped him sit on a stool. A few seconds later, the ambulance stopped in front of the shed and they put Jasper in a stretcher, which he refused at first saying he could walk fine.

Jasper’s voice was a deep rumble, his blue eyes glowing with resolve, his hand resting on his knife, the moonlight illuminating his face, the grounds a sanctuary, the thrill a shared hunt. “We’ll corner them by the stream,” Jasper said, his voice steady, his knuckle scar glinting as he spoke, the thrill of the hunt wrapping around them, the air thick with the scent of game, the grounds a sanctuary, their bond a radiant light. “Drive them right to us.” He nodded to Mara, his boulder pendant catching the moonlight, the moonlight casting a silvery glow on his face, the grounds a haven, the thrill a shared instinct.

“Do you know what this is?” Where did he get that? I racked my brain, trying to recall whether I had hidden the vial or simply left it lying around, but my memory was foggy. “I’ve never seen that in my life,” I said. I felt guilty all of a sudden. Scared. “Jay?” The king turned to his friend, ignoring me. “That’s a vial of peace aster concentrate,” Jasper said, finally looking up and staring at me. His eyes were burning gold with fury and it sent chills down my spine. “It’s extremely powerful. A drop is enough to knock a person out for an hour.”

Jasper explains. “What was the price of today?” I ask him, concerned at what he has sacrificed. He looks tired and hungry, which is never a good combination for vampires. In all the time that I have known him, he has never drunk blood from a living human. I would hate for him to break his vow. “Blood. But a lot less. I fed heavily in anticipation of their request. Although we will need a drive-by to the blood bank again,” he answers me as he removes a pouch from his jacket pocket.