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killed and take the spotlight off her.”
A chill silence from the back. Then, “You’re smarter than you look, Guild Hunter.”
“Gee, thanks.” Snorting, she rotated her shoulders to resettle her bones. “They teach us well at Guild Academy. Know what one of the first rules of hunting is?”
“Enlighten me.” Ice dripped off the words.
“Never, ever, feel sorry for a vampire. They’ll take that pity and use it to rip out your throat, smiling all the while.”
“I was as human as you a year ago,” Monique said.
“The operative word is ‘was.’” She took out her cell phone. “Now you’ve been Made, and now you’re what Nazarach Made you.”
The angel was pleased to hear that his
pet
had been retrieved. “Bring her here, Guild Hunter. We have matters to discuss… and I’m sure she’s most anxious to reunite with her family.”
A shwini recognized Antoine Beaumont and Simone Des chanel from their photos. Yet in none of the images she’d seen had their faces been sheened with a slick coating of pure, animal terror. Antoine hid it well, but his entire being was focused on the angel who stood so relaxed at the windows opposite the royal blue sofa where the other two sat. Simone, fragrant and sexy in a bright red dress, wasn’t as good at hiding her emotions. Her hands twisted over and over in her lap, while her eyes tracked Nazarach’s every tiny movement.
When Ashwini and Janvier walked in with Monique—having made one very quick pit stop to buy her a pair of jeans and a T-shirt—Antoine’s eyes jerked toward his many-times-removed granddaughter, but Simone continued to keep her gaze on the most dangerous predator in the room.
“Monique,” Nazarach said in a gentle voice that wrapped around Ashwini’s throat like a noose. “Come here, my sweet.”
The golden-haired vampire walked toward her master on haling feet. “Sire, I didn’t choose to break my Contract. Please believe me.”
“Hmm.” His eyes lifted up. “What say you, hunter?”
Ashwini forced herself to speak through the tightness in her throat. “I’ve done my task. My job ends with her return.”
“So politic.” Putting a hand on Monique’s head as she went to her knees in front of him, Nazarach smiled. “It matters little. I will have my answers. And you’ll stay for the banquet, of course.”
“I need to return to my duties at the Guild.”
Amber eyes held her frozen. “That was not an invitation, Guild Hunter.”
7
“H e has no right to keep me here,” Ashwini muttered as she sat brushing her drying hair while Janvier examined his face in the mirror. Having showered and cleaned up, he looked even more gaunt than he had in the car, his cheekbones vicious blades against his skin. “How much blood do you need?”
“Enough that it’ll have to be direct from the vein this time. Stronger, richer, more nourishing.”
Her hand tightened on the handle of the brush. “Audrina?”
“If she offers.” A fluid shrug. “Would you ever offer,
cher
?”
“If you were dying in front of me, yeah.”
A small smile, his lips thin with strain. “You surprise me again. But no, I want no blood from you—not until we’re both sweaty and naked and you’re screaming my name.”
Her mind formed the image far too easily, a hot, tangled thing that made inner muscles tighten in damp readiness. “Confident of yourself, aren’t you?”
“I simply know what I want.” Those bayou-born eyes took inventory of her from head to toe, with several lingering stops in between. “And as I said, there’s pleasure in a bite.”
She wondered if she could crave his touch any more than she did now. “It’s a temporary high.” A temporary madness.
“Not at orgasm,” he murmured. “Then, it makes the pleasure multiply and grow and grow until it takes over your entire self.”
Body starting to rebel against her
A chill silence from the back. Then, “You’re smarter than you look, Guild Hunter.”
“Gee, thanks.” Snorting, she rotated her shoulders to resettle her bones. “They teach us well at Guild Academy. Know what one of the first rules of hunting is?”
“Enlighten me.” Ice dripped off the words.
“Never, ever, feel sorry for a vampire. They’ll take that pity and use it to rip out your throat, smiling all the while.”
“I was as human as you a year ago,” Monique said.
“The operative word is ‘was.’” She took out her cell phone. “Now you’ve been Made, and now you’re what Nazarach Made you.”
The angel was pleased to hear that his
pet
had been retrieved. “Bring her here, Guild Hunter. We have matters to discuss… and I’m sure she’s most anxious to reunite with her family.”
A shwini recognized Antoine Beaumont and Simone Des chanel from their photos. Yet in none of the images she’d seen had their faces been sheened with a slick coating of pure, animal terror. Antoine hid it well, but his entire being was focused on the angel who stood so relaxed at the windows opposite the royal blue sofa where the other two sat. Simone, fragrant and sexy in a bright red dress, wasn’t as good at hiding her emotions. Her hands twisted over and over in her lap, while her eyes tracked Nazarach’s every tiny movement.
When Ashwini and Janvier walked in with Monique—having made one very quick pit stop to buy her a pair of jeans and a T-shirt—Antoine’s eyes jerked toward his many-times-removed granddaughter, but Simone continued to keep her gaze on the most dangerous predator in the room.
“Monique,” Nazarach said in a gentle voice that wrapped around Ashwini’s throat like a noose. “Come here, my sweet.”
The golden-haired vampire walked toward her master on haling feet. “Sire, I didn’t choose to break my Contract. Please believe me.”
“Hmm.” His eyes lifted up. “What say you, hunter?”
Ashwini forced herself to speak through the tightness in her throat. “I’ve done my task. My job ends with her return.”
“So politic.” Putting a hand on Monique’s head as she went to her knees in front of him, Nazarach smiled. “It matters little. I will have my answers. And you’ll stay for the banquet, of course.”
“I need to return to my duties at the Guild.”
Amber eyes held her frozen. “That was not an invitation, Guild Hunter.”
7
“H e has no right to keep me here,” Ashwini muttered as she sat brushing her drying hair while Janvier examined his face in the mirror. Having showered and cleaned up, he looked even more gaunt than he had in the car, his cheekbones vicious blades against his skin. “How much blood do you need?”
“Enough that it’ll have to be direct from the vein this time. Stronger, richer, more nourishing.”
Her hand tightened on the handle of the brush. “Audrina?”
“If she offers.” A fluid shrug. “Would you ever offer,
cher
?”
“If you were dying in front of me, yeah.”
A small smile, his lips thin with strain. “You surprise me again. But no, I want no blood from you—not until we’re both sweaty and naked and you’re screaming my name.”
Her mind formed the image far too easily, a hot, tangled thing that made inner muscles tighten in damp readiness. “Confident of yourself, aren’t you?”
“I simply know what I want.” Those bayou-born eyes took inventory of her from head to toe, with several lingering stops in between. “And as I said, there’s pleasure in a bite.”
She wondered if she could crave his touch any more than she did now. “It’s a temporary high.” A temporary madness.
“Not at orgasm,” he murmured. “Then, it makes the pleasure multiply and grow and grow until it takes over your entire self.”
Body starting to rebel against her
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