Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80

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Hands trul shaking, stre reached up and cupped his face with them. She ignored the fact she now had blood on her hands as the added a bit of pressure to Hey hands. He could easily shake her off; instead, he stilled, eyes boring into hers as she said, “Riaghaire, it’s over. I’m safe. You are also safe. We are safe

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She could feel the muscles under her hands contract even further before slowly releasing the tension that had built up. Bit by bit, the vampire relaxed until finally, his eyes were almost back to normal. There was still a crimson glow to them but it was confined to his irises.

Beatrice let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Thank you, Riaghaire.”

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Unee, HI Bleed You Twice

#hapter 81

BEATRICE

“Now that he’s settled down,” the nameless person began, taking another step into the roofe.

Riaghaire whipped around, holding an arm out as if to keep Beatrice away from the stranger.

“… I see…” they trailed off, a ghost of a smile on their androgynous face.

Now that Beatrice’s view was unobstructed, she could make out their features. Their skin looked weathered, as thought they’d spent a lifetime under the sun. They had dark, narrow eyes, a small-ish nose, and a wide mouth with even, white teeth showing whenever they smiled. Their hair was as black as Riaghaire’s, kept long and twisted into two braids that draped over their shoulders, falling just below their waist.

They were wearing… Was that… a floral muumuu? There was no way that, whatever they were as powerful as they’d provetr themselves to be by taking Hendricks down with ease would be caught dead wearing old lady clothes. Except, that’s exactly what they were wearing.

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The world continued to grow stranger by the day.

“It seems Riaghaire will need some time to fully calm,” they continued. “While that happens, he should clean himself up.”

Beatrice glanced at the vampire’s clothes. His shirt, once white, was now drenched with, blood and gore. The black pants he wore hid most of the stains they were surely covered in, but it was still apparent they were anything but clean. “Come on,” she told Riaghaire, placing a gentle hand on his back. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He didn’t move. Removing her hand from his back, Beatrice took hold of his forearm instead, giving it a small tug to get him moving. This time he responded, following as she lead the way from the storage room through the hole in the wall – there was still a dead body in the doorway and she didn’t feel like dealing with that just yet.

When they were within a few feet of the stranger, Beatrice could feel the vampire’s muscles tense beneath her hand. In response, she gave him a reassuring squeeze, hoping he wouldn’t lash out.

The stranger gave her a small nod, dark eyes smiling at the pair of them, as she guided Righaire through the hole in the wall. They gave Beatrice chilis

Turning her attention away from them, she noted Claire leaning against a wall. The blond poked pale but checking on her would have to wait to the

moment, the vampire was a higher priority.

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