All Chapters of Immortal Cravings: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The call to my cousin had been blunt and to the point.Now Marley had helped him, the killer dead; I never wanted to see him around my human again and if I did, I would not hesitate to do what my little brother had failed to do over a century ago.I would rip his head from his shoulders.Korin of course had not been as understanding about it than I’d had hoped and the threats which had ensued between us had become ugly; even to the point where he had threated to have the title of Lord of my own coven stripped form me…I just hoped that the threat didn’t go any higher. If my cousin was still the little brat he used to be, I knew his father, our uncle, would be breathing down my throat within days and that would be a problem, because the vampire council would have to be convened… and they would not be understanding of the arrangement Rhayden, and I had with our human hunter.I knew keeping Marley around was putting a target

I had waited until Marley had closed the door, before I started at my brother, but boy, it hadn’t been closed long. “Are you fucking insane!?”Absinthe sat in his chair… the one father had gifted him… and stared off into space.I blinked and looked at him.“Absinthe?”When he’d ignored me as a child, I usually slashed at him and ran, knowing he would chase me and then I would get the attention I wanted. But right now, if I tried that, he’d probably take my head off.“Absinthe!”This time, he did move, his head turning just a fraction, his gaze settling on mine. “Don’t fucking yell at me, Rhayden.”“Well answer me, when I do.” I spat, crossing my arms over my chest. “You seriously can’t be thinking of letting Mars go after yet another killer? She barely escaped with her life last time, and I barely escaped with mine the first!&

I’d never been a jealous man. Not once in my centuries of being in this world, had I ever coveted another, or been jealous. But seeing Marlene impaled on my brother, her face flushed with fresh blood, clearly just having orgasmed…I was jealous now.And that meant the upcoming conversation I was going to have with Marlene, was not going to end well.Maybe letting Marley and Rhayden sleep together was not a good idea. It was driving a wedge between the three of us. My brother had warned me that it would happen. I’d just never been very good at accepting advice from others.The doors of the library opened and I stopped my pacing, to turn to Marley.My brother was there too, hair still wet, the smell of her on him and I felt my anger kick in. “Rhayden, leave.”“But—”“Now.”Rhayden’s eyes flared copper, but he turned and walked out, slamming the door behin

“Did you, do it?”Rhayden’s voice dug into the tiny sliver of peace I had managed to find in the last few hours. I opened my eyes and stared at my brother. “Do what?”“Did you send Johan to kill Linda?”I rolled my eyes, closing them again and sank further into my chair. “Don’t be stupid. Why would I do that?”“Because Marley rejected you when you first asked her to work for you. The first person; a human woman; to reject you, in close to half a millennium.”My eyes opened again, and I looked at my brother. And although at the time it had been satisfying to inflict the wounds to him, I was glad to see the slashes on his face had healed, the broken nose, set, his face back to the beauty he had been gifted with. I’d always been annoyed of how much he looked like our beautiful mother. Whereas I was harsher—more like our father in appearance.“Just

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