Dalton, Tymber - Brimstone Blues [Brimstone Vampires 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Free Page B

she’d had these crazy dreams like he was inside her head with her.
    Won’t be doing that to anyone ever again. Especially not if it made her feel like this, left her with this residual…energy, like carrying around a copy of Rafe in her brain.

Chapter Three

    After breakfast, Matthias and Albert went out to the garage while Taz picked at her eggs. Tim Robertson sat next to her and handed her a business card.
    “I made you a doctor appointment for this afternoon, sweetheart.”
    She took it. “For what?”
    His eyebrow shot up. Maybe it was because he was British, but all through her life she’d used that expression as a barometer of his mood.
    “Do you really wish to discuss this topic with me ?”
    Taz glanced at the card, then back to him. Robertson nodded. “Don’t worry, he’s one of us. I’m sure there are”—he cleared his throat—“things you might wish to go over with him.”
    Taz nodded.
    Matthias had explained their “vampirism” as a genetic condition. The “suck all night, sleep all day” myth was just that, convenient Hollywood folklore helping them conceal the truth. Sunlight wasn’t an issue, and they could eat whatever they wanted. Depending on how many DNA markers a vampire bore, they might be a hybrid as normal as any human. Or, like Taz, have strong mental and healing powers and longevity. Thankfully the bloodsucking was limited to emergency health situations…or desire. Even so, a weaker vampire couldn’t help a stronger one.
    But during sex it was definitely a mind-blowing sensation.
    The ob-gyn’s office was easy to find. There were no other patients in the waiting room when she arrived.
    That in itself was supernaturally freaky.
    The friendly nurse escorted Taz to an exam room but didn’t instruct her to get undressed. The doctor entered a few minutes later.
    “Hello, Ms. Proctor?” he asked, extending his hand. “I’m Dr. Calvin.”
    Taz shook hands. “I don’t need to fill out any paperwork?”
    He looked at her over his glasses. “I already talked to Mr. Robertson about your…condition,” he said. “I don’t document those like us.” He took out a prescription pad. “Have you ever been on the Pill before?”
    “Years ago.”
    “Any side effects?”
    She shook her head. He wrote a script and handed it to her. “Start taking them on the first Sunday of your period. If you have problems with this brand making you sick, let me know, and I’ll switch you to a different one.”
    She nodded, looking at the script, doing the math in her head. That would be in about a week.
    Maybe that’s why I still feel so crazy. PMS to the max on top of everything else.
    “You’ll want to use an alternate method of protection for the first month, to make sure. Even we’re not infallible.” He smiled.
    She nodded and dropped her gaze.
    “What’s wrong?” he asked.
    She shook her head.
    Dr. Calvin sat. “I’m still a doctor. Patient-doctor privilege applies, Anastazia. Whatever you wish to say won’t leave this room.”
    It spilled out of her. He handed her a box of tissues as she spent an hour crying the entire story. All of it. From taking the job with Hawthorne International and meeting Matthias for the first time, to Rafe’s death in Yellowstone. Including Rafe’s disembodied voice in her head after his death and the really hot dreams.
    “Do you want my honest opinion?” Dr. Calvin asked.
    “Please.”
    “I don’t think you’re crazy. I think your powers are very strong, and were released in an explosive and uncontrolled way. You’re extremely perceptive and you haven’t yet mastered holding a barrier. You’re probably picking thoughts up from others or memories or what have you. I won’t claim to be an expert on someone as powerful as you, and I’m certainly not a psychologist, but I would place money on that over you losing your mind. The dreams…well, those are probably your mind trying to resolve what happened in the safest way possible.”
    She