Summer Sin (The Anthology Novella Series Book 2) by Darlene Kuncytes Page A
Authors: Darlene Kuncytes
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mention the fact that maybe being away from all of this shit for a while will actually bring a smile to your face. I’d really like to see that.”
Victoria looked down at the folder as if it were a snake about to strike, and scowled. “I don’t need a freaking vacation!” she insisted, her full lips turning down at the corners even further. “Yes, I had a close call, but Christ, Malcolm, its part of the job. It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last.”
Malcolm sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. “Tori, please, don’t fight me on this. You’ve been with the agency for over seven years now, without a single break. You have absolutely no life other than this God-forsaken place. You need this time off. Again, it’s not a request – it’s a direct order. You leave first thing in the morning.” He glanced at her black leather pants and black t-shirt and a genuine smirk curved his lips for the first time in days. “You might want to do a little shopping before you go,” he suggested, his smile growing slightly as he realized that he might have just won this battle by the look on her face. “I don’t think black leather would be too comfortable in the sun.”
Victoria stared at him silently, her mouth hanging open in stunned disbelief. Was he freaking serious? She took a deep breath, trying her hardest to calm her ragged nerves.
She had known Malcolm since she was twenty years old. He had been one of the agents who had shown up after her parents had been butchered in their sleep by the cowards who crept in the shadows – all because her mother, a Fey, had fallen in love with a powerful Were leader. She felt a shiver run up her spine as those all too familiar memories invaded her senses. Coming home that night after a date only to find her parents ripped to shreds. The smell of blood and death in the air. The shock then fury at losing the two people in the world she loved most.
Malcolm and his team of paranormal agents had shown up and taken care of everything from there. He had brought her back to their headquarters where she had walked around like a zombie for weeks, not knowing what was real and what wasn’t anymore.
Finally, he began training her to become a demon hunter. And, the rest was history. She had excelled at it and found that this was what she was meant to do. Not lounge on the beach like some spring-breaker sipping Pina Coladas.
Victoria narrowed her eyes as she clenched her teeth together, trying hard not to growl at him. “A month ?” she breathed, her shoulders sagging slightly as the fight began to slip out of her. If it was anyone but Malcolm, she would never have even toyed with the idea of giving in. But, this man had been like a father to her. He had taken her under his wing and had taught her to be the self-sufficient, strong woman that she was today.
So…if he was this adamant about her taking some time off, how could she even begin to fight it? She owed this man so much. “Crap,” she breathed out irritably, and saw his smile widen even more and wanted to just spit.
Malcolm waited until he was certain that Victoria had left the compound before picking up his phone and punching in the numbers. The voice that answered the call was deep, husky, and obviously slightly pissed off at being disturbed. Malcolm rolled his eyes as the sounds of female laughter drifted across the line. Some things never changed.
“Yeah?” The gruff sound only served to widen Malcolm’s smile. There wasn’t much that he enjoyed more than pissing his friend off.
“Cam? You busy?” he asked as innocently as possible, although he knew damned good and well that Camden Stark was most likely occupied with one of his many admirers. The man was a damn female magnet, and had no qualms whatsoever in taking full advantage of it. His bed was never cold for long.
“A bit,” Camden growled back into the phone, sounding thoroughly ticked off now and Malcolm fought hard to keep the laughter from
Victoria looked down at the folder as if it were a snake about to strike, and scowled. “I don’t need a freaking vacation!” she insisted, her full lips turning down at the corners even further. “Yes, I had a close call, but Christ, Malcolm, its part of the job. It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last.”
Malcolm sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. “Tori, please, don’t fight me on this. You’ve been with the agency for over seven years now, without a single break. You have absolutely no life other than this God-forsaken place. You need this time off. Again, it’s not a request – it’s a direct order. You leave first thing in the morning.” He glanced at her black leather pants and black t-shirt and a genuine smirk curved his lips for the first time in days. “You might want to do a little shopping before you go,” he suggested, his smile growing slightly as he realized that he might have just won this battle by the look on her face. “I don’t think black leather would be too comfortable in the sun.”
Victoria stared at him silently, her mouth hanging open in stunned disbelief. Was he freaking serious? She took a deep breath, trying her hardest to calm her ragged nerves.
She had known Malcolm since she was twenty years old. He had been one of the agents who had shown up after her parents had been butchered in their sleep by the cowards who crept in the shadows – all because her mother, a Fey, had fallen in love with a powerful Were leader. She felt a shiver run up her spine as those all too familiar memories invaded her senses. Coming home that night after a date only to find her parents ripped to shreds. The smell of blood and death in the air. The shock then fury at losing the two people in the world she loved most.
Malcolm and his team of paranormal agents had shown up and taken care of everything from there. He had brought her back to their headquarters where she had walked around like a zombie for weeks, not knowing what was real and what wasn’t anymore.
Finally, he began training her to become a demon hunter. And, the rest was history. She had excelled at it and found that this was what she was meant to do. Not lounge on the beach like some spring-breaker sipping Pina Coladas.
Victoria narrowed her eyes as she clenched her teeth together, trying hard not to growl at him. “A month ?” she breathed, her shoulders sagging slightly as the fight began to slip out of her. If it was anyone but Malcolm, she would never have even toyed with the idea of giving in. But, this man had been like a father to her. He had taken her under his wing and had taught her to be the self-sufficient, strong woman that she was today.
So…if he was this adamant about her taking some time off, how could she even begin to fight it? She owed this man so much. “Crap,” she breathed out irritably, and saw his smile widen even more and wanted to just spit.
Malcolm waited until he was certain that Victoria had left the compound before picking up his phone and punching in the numbers. The voice that answered the call was deep, husky, and obviously slightly pissed off at being disturbed. Malcolm rolled his eyes as the sounds of female laughter drifted across the line. Some things never changed.
“Yeah?” The gruff sound only served to widen Malcolm’s smile. There wasn’t much that he enjoyed more than pissing his friend off.
“Cam? You busy?” he asked as innocently as possible, although he knew damned good and well that Camden Stark was most likely occupied with one of his many admirers. The man was a damn female magnet, and had no qualms whatsoever in taking full advantage of it. His bed was never cold for long.
“A bit,” Camden growled back into the phone, sounding thoroughly ticked off now and Malcolm fought hard to keep the laughter from
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