PS03 - Tall, Dark & Heartless by R.L. Mathewson Page B

Pyte and he'd used that turn on Madison, his wife and Chris' best friend. Joshua
    would have turned into a slightly stronger vampire, but thanks to the mixture of the blood his brother was......
    Hell, they had no idea what the hell Joshua was now besides bitter and quiet. He drank blood, but he could also eat food
    and digest it, something his father couldn't do. He could tolerate light, which he wouldn't have been able to do with only his
    father's blood. During the full moon he became agitated, but didn't shift and he had fangs. The damn things were slightly longer
    than human canines most of the time, but when he got hungry or agitated the damn things came out.
    They didn't know what the hell they should do with him, but it was clear that he couldn't be allowed to leave the cell he
    currently occupied in the fourth sublevel of the compound. As long as no one came near him, he was calm. He'd sit on his cot
    quietly, but if anyone tried to come into the cell he went insane.
    If they couldn't figure out what the hell to do with him soon he'd have no choice but to chain his brother and drag his ass
    out of here and find a way to keep him locked up at their new estate in upper New York. If his wife, and daughter as well as
    Madison, his little brother and the twins Madison was due to deliver soon didn't need to get the hell out of here so they could
    actually leave their home without worry he'd stay. He loved working at the compound and he loved his job as a trainer, but
    their needs were more important than his and he wanted them happy and safe.
    His precious baby girl's cries thankfully broke through his rather depressing thoughts. He watched as his father stood up,
    cradling Jessica against his chest as he tried to soothe her.
    "I think it's time for lunch," Ephraim said, chuckling softly. As relieved as he was to see his father smile, he knew it
    wouldn't last. The moment Ephraim was alone or they were on patrol, he'd go back to beating himself up for what happened to
    Joshua. It killed him to see his father in pain and he did his best to distract him, but there was only so much he could do. Hell,
    they needed to figure out how to deal with Joshua or he would never be able to forgive himself.
    "Medic?" the Sentinel croaked weakly from the mat, making Chris and Ephraim roll their eyes. What a pussy.
    Chris was reaching for his precious baby girl when his Sentinel phone chimed. With a sigh he pressed a little kiss to her
    rosy cheek and pulled out his new phone, a smart phone which Izzy demanded everyone switch over to even though most of
    them didn't have a clue how to use them. He was still learning how to use the damn thing. Thankfully the basics were pretty
    much the same. He pressed his thumb in the middle of the large screen and didn't have to wait long before the phone's screen
    unlocked with a message from his little Munchkin.
    Need you now .
    Even though common sense was arguing that she wasn't demanding sex because she wouldn't send that message via the
    Sentinel network, his mind still went there. It had been way too long since he slid between his little Munchkin's legs.
    His father tried to hide his chuckle behind a cough, no doubt he could smell the lust pouring off of him, but he didn't care.
    He needed his Munchkin and as soon as he got his precious baby girl down for a nap and handled Izzy's needs, she was going
    to handle his.
    "Why don't I take Jessica and feed her?" his father suggested and he could have kissed the man.
    "She gets tired after her afternoon bottle," he reminded his father.
    "I know the drill. Four scoops of formula," he'd rather give his baby girl breast milk, but since Izzy was pregnant again
    she couldn't breast feed much to his dismay, "warm it, rub her back, walk around with her and make sure she has her pink
    princess blanket or she won't go to sleep," his father said, pressing kisses to Jessica's nose, making his little girl giggle.
    "Thanks, Dad. I owe you one," he said, giving his