Myles. “I have a
friend here I’d like for you to meet. He’s going to give you what you need.”
“Harvey, my name is Kramer, Myles
Kramer. I’m here to help you.”
Harvey looked at him though bloodshot
eyes then back to the floor in front of him.
“You’ll need to look at me for me to
help you.”
“I’d rather just die, thank you, though.
I’ve been…I let him kill them both and I did nothing to help them because I was
a fool.” He glanced up before looking back down. “Just do me a favor and kill
me now. I know what you are and my blood, while tainted, is better than a drug.”
He laughed bitterly, but didn’t look up.
Phil put his hand on Myles’ shoulder and
pushed him to the floor. “Pull his chin up and he’ll look at you. As soon as
he makes eye contact you’ll have to work fast to make him continue to look at
you.” He reached Myles through their link and continued to encourage him. “As
soon as you have his mind tell him that he’ll not want drugs again. That as
soon as he thinks about them he’ll get ill and not want anything to do with
them. Then, once you do that, I’ll fix his body.”
Phil watched as Myles did what he’d told
him to do. It was practice for him really. It was a way to get used to some of
the powers that he had and to use them under circumstances that Phil, as his
maker, could control. What Phil had planned was much more dangerous and a whole
lot more work. He was glad that he’d fed well before coming here to do this.
As soon as Harvey nodded that he’d
understood Myles and that as far as he was concerned there would be no more
drugs passing through his body, Phil knelt down in from of the man as Myles
stood up.
He took the man’s arm and pulled up his
torn sleeve. Track marks nearly the length of his arm were red and bruised. He
could see his legs were as bad. Phil could make those go away too, the
reminders that he’d been a drug addict for a long time, but didn’t want the man
to be too terrified about all this.
Phil ran his sharpened nail down the
needle marks and watched the small drops of blood gather there. It wasn’t to
bleed him out, but to have an outlet for the poison that was there. Phil closed
his eyes and used his magic to make the nasty shit the man had been putting in
his veins for so long leave.
He heard the man sobbing. He had
expected that. Men or women doing drugs this long would feel the withdrawal
much more than a new junkie. Even the begging, begging to be left alone was
expected. What he’d not expected was the connection he’d gotten from the man,
the almost maker to child kind of connection. And he’d learned a great deal
more about Harvey’s brother.
When Phil fell back against the floor
exhausted, he reached for his mate. “Come to me now. I need for you to relay
a message to your brother.”
Holly was there almost instantly. One of
the things she’d gotten from him was his ability to travel quickly on her own. He
took her hand into his and gave her what he could, nearly everything that he’d
gotten from the man, excluding the drugs.
“Tell your brother to go there now.
There is more money there than he could spend in several lifetimes.” He pulled
his hand free, but nearly wept with relief when he smelled her blood at his
nose. “I love you.”
“I love you too, you moron. Now feed. And
if you think this gets you out of getting yelled at later then you’re nuttier
than the man in the corner.”
He drank from her greedily and felt his
cock swell.
“Behave. We have company and I don’t
have time for your shenanigans right now.”
He could smell her need and was pretty
sure that both men could as well. A low growl made Myles leave the room, but
Harvey could not. He looked up at her as he sealed the tiny wounds. “I’ll
expect you back later. I have a need to make you mine again.” He sent her
thoughts and visuals of just what he planned to do to her. “And that’s not even
half of it.”
She left him
C. J. Cherryh
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