Augustin had been frozen solid from the moment his eyes fell on the young woman beside him. He towered over her by a head and could only see the top of the newcomer's skull. Black hair, straight and thick, fell to the hollow of the young woman's low back. The vampire had turned his head a little more to get a better look at her. At the little space she had left between them as she appeared, he could only see the long eyelashes curling across the top of her cheeks. If he hadn't been a former vampire, he could have sworn this woman was one of his race, such as the pallor of her skin. He had the feeling that everything about this woman was pure enchantment in his eyes, and he was utterly unnerved by her appearance at his side. "You are?" he had finally dared to ask after regaining his composure. "Dhara," she replied, in her sophisticated voice, making a graceful movement with her hand in front of her. The young woman had turned her palm towards the sky as faint wisps
"If I have to wait any longer for your master's permission, I'll understand perfectly," Dhara pointed out coldly. The young woman couldn't contain the sarcastic smile on her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. Then she pointed at the vampire with her thumb without giving him a single glance. "If you were to go to your master for permission, you can take him with you. I'd find it unpleasant to have to stay by his side," she continued, pointing to the vampire with a shake of her head. "Excuse me?" asked an outraged Augustin before half-choking at the attitude the witch was adopting in front of him. Dhara rolled her eyes. She finally turned her gaze to the vampire and looked him up and down. "I feel no desire to converse with you nor even tolerate your presence. I heard what the mikos told you earlier. Besides, I could apologize and say I'm sorry, but there would be nothing sincere about my apology." "You are rude beyond measure," Augustin retorted through clenched teeth. The
The vampire gazed at her expressionlessly before tilting his head to one side. He knew something would change the moment she took in his name. He laughed softly and shook his head. He was still flabbergasted, however, that he'd been treated like this because she had no idea who he was. "I have already told you. My name is Augustin," he grumbled as the two mikos slowed down to listen in on their conversation. Dhara stopped breathing. At the same time, she finally took note of this stranger's completely black outfit. She finally noticed the long blond hair hanging over his shoulder and the strange red rims of his eyes. "Augustin?" "That is indeed the name I gave you, young Dhara," he confirmed. "Augustin, the Elder?" "So now I have been found out," he replied, gracefully closing his eyes and opening them again. "Augustin, the Elder, representative of the
( Three days later) Bianca was pacing up and down around the large sofa in the living room, covered with cushions in a Southern motif. To say she was a shadow of her former self was an understatement. Her eyes were haggard and rimmed with black. She watched over Emmanuelle day and night, leaving her only to ensure that the organization of Domaine Emmanuelle remained in order. The young woman had even refused to go home and borrowed her best friend's clothes for fear of leaving her unsupervised. So, whenever Emmanuelle drifted off into a deep sleep, Bianca kept herself busy by cleaning the house or tidying up purchase orders and other administrative paperwork. There was not a trace of dust to be seen, and the windows were so clean you'd swear you were looking straight out. All the cushions were puffed up and looked as if they'd just come off the factory floor, being patted by the young woman as she walked past. She had even gone so far as to mop the ceiling and walls to keep her min
Augustin was comfortably seated in the thick armchair of a VIP room that had been specially prepared for him. He had asked to be left alone and wanted no company. And so he found himself in a room richly decorated with dark wood and sleekly designed furniture. A digital tablet and a series of newspapers covering current events in the paranormal world had been lent to him. He rested one ankle on his other knee and placed the digital tablet on his thigh. In this way, he took a moment to keep abreast of the various news items transmitted by the Council.His stay with the Vermilion Bird had gone much better than he could have imagined. Not because the Lord of the South was a problematic creature but because he was, first and foremost, a merchant and a god who was challenging to deal with.The vampire had to admit that, had Dhara not been at his side, his request for help would have been impossible to achieve. At first glance, he hadn't questioned the pu
"It's incredible," the healer murmured in wonder over the shoulder of a young redheaded woman. "Get out of the way," came the voice of the uniformed nurse. She was eagerly jotting down data on a notepad and getting annoyed at the commotion the healer was causing. "Can't you see how quickly Alpha Harry is recovering?" the healer murmured. The nurse stopped writing and turned her head in the direction of the man who was constantly disrupting her work. "What I see, Jason, is that he is still in a coma, and his vitals need to be followed scrupulously if I don't want my Alpha, Alpha Black, to rip my head off." Jason didn't have time to reply as she had already thrust her pen under the healer's collarbone to make him back off. "You are a wolf with healing powers... I am a nurse with medical knowledge and especially experience in wolfsbane poisoning and silver. All that to say, do not talk to me when I need to concentrate." Jason tugged sharply on his white jacket and finally stepped
Jason was now completely unable to breathe. He had found himself lying on his stomach, his fingernails scratching the tiles as if trying to cling to life. However, standing in front of the healer's sprawled body, Alpha Black and the nurse continued to talk in low voices. "Why isn't he awake yet?" grumbled Alpha Black, glancing toward Harry. The nurse looked stoically at her Alpha and ran a hand over her eyes. "The levels of poison in his body were particularly high. Whether it was the dosage of wolfsbane or the density of silver used. Whoever commissioned the prowler was intent on killing Alpha Harry instantly," the nurse began cautiously before falling silent. Alpha Black had clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked. Then, gradually, the dull rage that had clouded his mind subsided. He crossed his arms over his chest and nodded with satisfaction. "He's not as weak as I thought," grumbled Black. The nurse raised an eyebrow before giving a mocking laugh. "Alpha
"Good morning to you, too," said Augustin, unable to mask the amusement in his voice. However, he had to grit his teeth when he felt the barrel pressed further against his skull. "I would like to ask you to remove this object from my skull so that we can proceed to a verbal exchange as any normally constituted and civilized person would." Augustin, whose eyes had begun to cloud over with a dark film, had almost felt relief when the person had removed the barrel from his head. "Finally, a reasonable person," he couldn't help thinking. Then he gently raised his hands in the air, showing his good faith, and resumed an immobile posture. "May I turn around now, or would you prefer it if we talked like this?" the vampire asked. Augustin didn't have to move to hear the crunching of branches and dead leaves to his side. He remained perfectly still and even had the courtesy to stay unmoved when he saw the older man standing in front of him. "Is that not our dearest François? I have not see