Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I’d listened to Marley’s message at least five times now, and each time, my stomach churned with sickness and worry for my human lover. Now I was on my way to the library to see my brother. “Absinthe! We have a proble—”
I slid to a halt at the sighed of the man sitting at the head of the table.
It wasn’t my brother.
“Rhayden Raynes. Just the man I wanted to see.”
Othello Martin was a formidable Vampire. Older than both Absinthe and I put together, his skin leathery, thin; showing the age of our Lord and I dropped his gaze, showing protocol. “Sire.”
“Sit. What is so important?” My gaze shifted to Absinthe. His gaze was on the table; curtailed by the older man. Fuck. This was about to get really shitty. I sat, pushing my hand with my phone into my jacket pocket, but not quick enough and Othello noticed the device. “What is that?”
My gaz
Another dirt road.Why the fuck did the vampires think it was such a good idea to seclude their safehouses like they did, down dirt roads and away from civilization. Especially since they had a penchant for nice cars which didn’t handle the dirt overly well. I’d already stopped Rhayden’s Alfa from ending up in the gutter more than once.But I guess, when you were a secret race of humans who were scared of being discovered, because of what might happen to the wider vampire community… it didn’t seem so ridiculous.The road seemed to stretch on forever… until it broke into a clearing and I slammed on the brakes, coming to a screeching halt in a large expanse of dirt.I stared at the dilapidated building; hidden back against the huge trees; the peeling paint, the blacked-out windows… it screamed fuck off and I knew I’d found what I was after. Shoving the map back into the glove compartment, I stared
I was starting to think I’d never find Marley, until Mathias threw her corpse at my feet.Why, of all vampires, did she have to kill one of his? Mathias would stop at nothing to have Marley’s head on a spike and there would be sweet fuck all either Rhayden or I could do about it, once the 24-hours was up.The library doors burst open, and I lifted my head, hoping to see Marlene standing there.Instead, it was Tony.Normally calm under pressure, this was the fourth time in a month I’d seen him less than calm. “Tony?”What had happened? I’d given him and Maddison permission to complete the Mated Ritual, knowing it might make them a target… had it gone wrong?Tony walked over to me, “The New Orleans safe house has been activated.”“Orleans?”The Safe-House in New Orleans was one which rarely got used.It was owned by Othello, a safe house for everyone, the o
The night air was chilled as I stepped out of the building, bag slung over My shoulder. My gaze moved to look at the horizon, the sun almost ready to poke its head over the edge and light up the morning sky.I’d managed a couple of hours sleep. But it had been fitful. Constantly jerking awake, thinking the door of the vault had been opened; even though I knew it couldn’t be opened from the outside, once someone sealed it from within. I’d tried that before and failed.I had to keep moving, make sure I was ahead of what was coming after me.I’d killed a Vampire.He might have been a rogue, killing an innocent girl, when the hunting of humans was forbidden; but he had been an unsanctioned kill, and I had broken the Rules.I was only ever allowed to hunt and kill rogues which had been sanctioned by Absinthe, or in the event of Norman, I’d had been given permission by Korin, because the Vampire had been killing in his territory.Not that I had killed him, that had been Rhayden, while I ble
I woke to warmth.Turning my head, Marley was curled beside me, her hand over my long dead heart and I smiled. Leaning over, I kissed her forehead, making her stir, her beautiful eyes opening, looking up at me. “Hi.”“Evening Marlene.” I replied quietly, my hand coming up, caressing the soft skin of her cheek, loving the warmth transferring to my fingertips. “Are you okay?’“I hurt…” she replied, and my stomach knotted.“Hurt?”Marley nodded, rolling to the side. Blood from her chest, soaked into her shirt—into my shirt. I sat up, reaching for her, ripping open her shirt. Her dark bra; holding her magnificent breasts, making my body stir. But the fresh bout of blood which oozed from her wound made me hiss.It should have healed by now and my gaze went to the bruises on her body. They were dark black. “What happened?”“The Vampire I killed. He th
Abe held out a shirt and pair of sweats he had managed to pull from a cupboard on the side of the room. I took them and hissed as the shirt caught on the grazes on my back. Abe turned and looked at me, as he put on the jeans he had found. “Are you okay?”“I am bruised and not just by you.” I winced. I lifted the shirt and looked down at the bruises on my ribs. “I don’t think he liked me.”My gaze moved to the bruises on my hips, and I smirked, looking up at Abe.“But I know you like me…”Absinthe’s gaze moved to the bruises on my hips and frowned.“Shit. I shouldn’t have been so rough with you.” He turned, picking up the syringe and turned, taking my arm in his hand. “This is going to sting.”He pushed the needle into my arm and I hissed, feeling the serum quickly working into my veins making my head swim. Fuck, I hated serum with a passion and t
The five hours it took to drive back to my mansion, was the longest five hours of my life.Marley and I didn’t speak much, and I was glad, because I knew if we did, the inevitable talk of Johan would arise and we would argue.Seeing the gates of the mansion loom ahead of us though… my stomach churned. And when I drove up the drive, to see more than twenty cars lined up in front of the building, the churning became worse. I knew those cars and why they were there. I turned my head a little, looking across to Marley, as her gaze took in the vehicles, as we drove past and toward the back of the mansion to the garage. “I am not going to be able to speak with you much, once we get inside. Othello will want to speak with you alone.”“Awesome.” Marley muttered and I could hear not only the emotion in her voice, but the way her heart fluttered quicker, the closer we came to the garage. “If you knew that I was in danger, why com
“So, this is the murderess of my Coven member?”Barely had I stepped out of the elevator, when I was overcome with the scent of spoiled blood. Great… he was one of those vampires.Looking past Rhayden, who had stopped in the middle of the corridor, I looked at the vampire before us; his skintight on his bones, his eyes copper with anger, claws descended.In seconds, Absinthe had stepped past me, and was standing shoulder to shoulder with his brother, blocking the volatile vampire from reaching me.“You are in my mansion Mathias, remember that. If you even lay a finger on her, I will rip your head off and use it for a soccer ball.” Abe’s tone was blunt, to the point and my fear kicked into overdrive. What would happen if the vampire didn’t heed Abe’s warning? Would I become a casualty of a fight between them?Mathias leaned forward, looking past the vampires protecting her, lee
I paced the room, aware of Absinthe watching me from his comfy chair. My mind was on the woman in the room, near the armory.It had broken my undead heart, pushing Mars into that room and closing the door.“Rhayden, you’re making me dizzy.”Rolling my eyes, I glared at Abe and kept pacing.How the fuck had everything gone so fucking wrong? And Mathias…“I’m going to gut him.”“Othello wouldn’t approve of you slaying one of the vampire Lords, little brother. No matter how much of an asshole he is.”And by god, Mathias was one of the most assholey of all assholes. He had a mean streak to him, which came to the surface with his superiority complex. He thought he was better than everyone else, just because of his bloodline, because he was a vampire lord.Yeah, well that didn’t excuse his behaviors. Especially in our mansion.“Rhayden.”&ldq
He looked younger in the picture than when I’d spoken to him two weeks prior. But that smug look… was still there.I let my hand off the page, letting Rhayden flip to the next one. He turned the book, turning it toward me.Looking down at the picture, my eyebrows furrowed. “He looks like… Hang on.”I reached out and grabbed my phone, and held it to the book, looking between photos. “It’s… It’s him. The one in the alley.”“It might not be.” Absinthe muttered, pulling the book toward him and I stared at him.“I’m not fucking stupid Absinthe; I know it’s him. It’s the tattoo on his neck.” I said, turning the phone and stood, putting it next to the picture of the man. “See, there.”Rhayden leaned in, looking at it. “She’s right you know.”“You shut it.” Absinthe said, looking at me and he pushe
All I wanted to do was break down the doors of the library and go to Mars. But I waited patiently behind my brother, as the doors opened, and we calmly walked through them.Marley stood as we walked over to the table and at any other time, she would she poked her tongue out or said something snarky. But not this time. Her gaze dropped to the table and she sat down as Absinthe and I took our seats.She looked tired.Beyond tired. She looked drained and… sad.“Marely, are you okay?”My head turned to Absinthe as he asked her what I’d been wanting to and I looked back to her in time for her to nod. “I’m fine. Lord Othello and I have been talking.”“About?” I asked.What had they been discussing for the last few hours. For that was how long we’d been pacing and waiting.Mars’ gaze went to Othello, who nodded. “Go on, you can tell them.”S
Othello had walked me to a bathroom, leaving me to do my business and then back to the library, where a plate of food was waiting. “Eat, I will be back in a few moments.”I stared at the food, my stomach rumbling with hunger, but also churning with sickness.Othello was nothing like the monster others had told me he was. He’d been sweet and kind, listening to me speak about my sister. He had questioned me about my working relationship with the Raynes and what had me agreeing to the contract I’d signed with Absinthe.I’d even told him of my doubts about my lover, about him keeping information about Johan from me. Which had been rebuked.“Absinthe wouldn’t do that.” “Which part?”“All of it.” Othello had replied. “I was present when he was born, with Absinthe being the heir to the Raynes’ coven, it was my duty as Lord of the Vampires to oversee the birth. Strapping, healthy young vampire he was, his hair as dark as night. So, I know Absinthe and what he is like, he would not tarnish th
If I could have been in the cell with Marley. I would already be there.Not being allowed to be anywhere near her, while she was going through this was breaking my heart and my spirit. And not to mention what it was doing to Rhayden.My brother had always told me he would never sully himself with a human, that because he was a born vampire, sleeping with a human was beneath him… Until he set eyes on Marlene Brennan.I had to admit, even I was quite surprised with how visceral my attraction to her had been when we first met.Now I sat here, in an empty parlor, watching my brother pace and brood. “I don’t give a fuck who he is, if Othello touches a single hair on Mars’ head I will skin him.”That threw up images of my pale haired, alabaster skinned brother, covered in black blood, while he carved Othello’s skin from him… and honestly, it painted quite a pretty—“Are you listening to me?”Rolling my eyes, I looked at my brother. “Of course I’m not.”“Asshole.” Rhayden spat, continuing hi
There was someone in the room with me…“I will get you a better bed.”My body stilled as the voice spoke and chills sped across my skin. Slowly, I opened my eyes and rolled over. There was a man standing at the door, barely taking up the doorway, but the authority he threw off, told me he was important.I climbed to my feet and stepped back, pressing myself against the wall, as he stepped inside the room and the door closed with a heavy thud behind him.The man… no creature in front of me was old. There was a blue tinge to his pale skin. Head bald, mottled with dark spots, he wore a dark suit, which hung off his thin frame. But there was not even a hint of danger coming from this man.Finally, I found my voice. “W-who are you?”There was a moment’s silence, “I am Othello, human hunter.”Oh shit.This was The Lord of the Vampires. The one every coven in the United
I paced the room, aware of Absinthe watching me from his comfy chair. My mind was on the woman in the room, near the armory.It had broken my undead heart, pushing Mars into that room and closing the door.“Rhayden, you’re making me dizzy.”Rolling my eyes, I glared at Abe and kept pacing.How the fuck had everything gone so fucking wrong? And Mathias…“I’m going to gut him.”“Othello wouldn’t approve of you slaying one of the vampire Lords, little brother. No matter how much of an asshole he is.”And by god, Mathias was one of the most assholey of all assholes. He had a mean streak to him, which came to the surface with his superiority complex. He thought he was better than everyone else, just because of his bloodline, because he was a vampire lord.Yeah, well that didn’t excuse his behaviors. Especially in our mansion.“Rhayden.”&ldq
“So, this is the murderess of my Coven member?”Barely had I stepped out of the elevator, when I was overcome with the scent of spoiled blood. Great… he was one of those vampires.Looking past Rhayden, who had stopped in the middle of the corridor, I looked at the vampire before us; his skintight on his bones, his eyes copper with anger, claws descended.In seconds, Absinthe had stepped past me, and was standing shoulder to shoulder with his brother, blocking the volatile vampire from reaching me.“You are in my mansion Mathias, remember that. If you even lay a finger on her, I will rip your head off and use it for a soccer ball.” Abe’s tone was blunt, to the point and my fear kicked into overdrive. What would happen if the vampire didn’t heed Abe’s warning? Would I become a casualty of a fight between them?Mathias leaned forward, looking past the vampires protecting her, lee
The five hours it took to drive back to my mansion, was the longest five hours of my life.Marley and I didn’t speak much, and I was glad, because I knew if we did, the inevitable talk of Johan would arise and we would argue.Seeing the gates of the mansion loom ahead of us though… my stomach churned. And when I drove up the drive, to see more than twenty cars lined up in front of the building, the churning became worse. I knew those cars and why they were there. I turned my head a little, looking across to Marley, as her gaze took in the vehicles, as we drove past and toward the back of the mansion to the garage. “I am not going to be able to speak with you much, once we get inside. Othello will want to speak with you alone.”“Awesome.” Marley muttered and I could hear not only the emotion in her voice, but the way her heart fluttered quicker, the closer we came to the garage. “If you knew that I was in danger, why com
Abe held out a shirt and pair of sweats he had managed to pull from a cupboard on the side of the room. I took them and hissed as the shirt caught on the grazes on my back. Abe turned and looked at me, as he put on the jeans he had found. “Are you okay?”“I am bruised and not just by you.” I winced. I lifted the shirt and looked down at the bruises on my ribs. “I don’t think he liked me.”My gaze moved to the bruises on my hips, and I smirked, looking up at Abe.“But I know you like me…”Absinthe’s gaze moved to the bruises on my hips and frowned.“Shit. I shouldn’t have been so rough with you.” He turned, picking up the syringe and turned, taking my arm in his hand. “This is going to sting.”He pushed the needle into my arm and I hissed, feeling the serum quickly working into my veins making my head swim. Fuck, I hated serum with a passion and t