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now was completely contradictory to his usual reluctance. And that didn’t bode well for the seriousness of the situation.
Viktor turned to her uncle, mock surprise written all over his face. “The Mer-people have agreed to officially attend for the first time, it should be very interesting.”
Antoinette frowned and sat back in her seat, suddenly tired. Sergei and Viktor continued to talk about parahuman politics while Christian approached the flight attendant. He glanced in Antoinette’s direction and said something to the woman. A moment later, the elegant flight attendant came over.
“Ms Petrescu.” She bowed her head gracefully. “Mr. Laroque has asked me to show you where you can freshen up.”
Do I look that bad? Still it would be nice to wash her face; the brandy had made her flushed and warm. She followed Mary toward a door at the tail end of the cabin.
“Everything you need is in here, Miss Petrescu.” Mary opened the door for her. Antoinette looked into the room, her breath catching. Although Mary didn’t exactly smile, Antoinette detected a twinkle of amusement. She must look like some country bumpkin coming to the city for the first time.
“You can freshen up through there.” Mary indicated to a door past the opulent full-size bed with gold brocade quilt and pillows. Antoinette removed her shoes to cross the rich burgundy carpet. The bathroom had marble bench tops, a full-size shower and spa. The tiles felt cool beneath her bare feet.
Catching her disheveled reflection in the mirror above the basin, she leaned in closer. No wonder they’d suggested she come in here—she looked like hell.
Her eyes, emphasized by dark circles, were sunken in her head and a feverish flush covered her cheeks. She massaged the temples of her pounding head and turned on the faucet, splashing her face. The water, like ice over hot coals, dashed the heat on her cheeks. She reached for one of the fluffy white towels hanging from the brass rail beside the counter.
Feeling a little better, she found some painkillers under the counter and took a second look at the bed. Maybe if she just lay down for a bit…
Antoinette crawled from the bed, running a hand over her face to wipe away the sleep. She glanced at her watch. Shit. It’d been an hour. She’d only wanted to close her eyes for a minute. What would her uncle think?
Wait…something’s wrong. Nothing she could put a finger on, but the hair on the back of her neck prickled, and she’d learned over the years to trust that feeling.
Barefoot, she opened the door a crack and peered into the main cabin. Empty. Where was everyone? The dim lights formed dark shadows around the edges of the cabin, making it difficult to see. She let the door close behind her. Only the faint, constant drone of the engines echoed through the room and she frowned.
Halfway across the floor, her foot slid in something sticky. The coppery scent hit her nostrils as she squatted to investigate. Blood. Her instincts kicked into full alert—she crouched lower, her eyes darting left and right.
A trap! They’d been lured here to die. Drawn in by scheming vampires—she knew they weren’t to be trusted.
Well, they wouldn’t get her without a fight. Oh God, Sergei. She went for her weapons case only to find it gone.
Shit! The bastards had taken it. She had to reach the cockpit and force the plane down. Somehow. She had to get back on the ground. There she had more of a chance—more control.
For the first time she noticed a dripping noise coming from up ahead. Antoinette tilted her head, trying to locate the source and inched forward. The galley.
She whipped aside the concertina door to find Mary slumped against the wall, lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling, her throat ripped open. The blood formed vivid crimson rivulets against her pallid skin. But the eyes were the worst, terror frozen in their vacant gaze.
An overturned coffeepot lay on the counter. A large fat drop fell slowly
Viktor turned to her uncle, mock surprise written all over his face. “The Mer-people have agreed to officially attend for the first time, it should be very interesting.”
Antoinette frowned and sat back in her seat, suddenly tired. Sergei and Viktor continued to talk about parahuman politics while Christian approached the flight attendant. He glanced in Antoinette’s direction and said something to the woman. A moment later, the elegant flight attendant came over.
“Ms Petrescu.” She bowed her head gracefully. “Mr. Laroque has asked me to show you where you can freshen up.”
Do I look that bad? Still it would be nice to wash her face; the brandy had made her flushed and warm. She followed Mary toward a door at the tail end of the cabin.
“Everything you need is in here, Miss Petrescu.” Mary opened the door for her. Antoinette looked into the room, her breath catching. Although Mary didn’t exactly smile, Antoinette detected a twinkle of amusement. She must look like some country bumpkin coming to the city for the first time.
“You can freshen up through there.” Mary indicated to a door past the opulent full-size bed with gold brocade quilt and pillows. Antoinette removed her shoes to cross the rich burgundy carpet. The bathroom had marble bench tops, a full-size shower and spa. The tiles felt cool beneath her bare feet.
Catching her disheveled reflection in the mirror above the basin, she leaned in closer. No wonder they’d suggested she come in here—she looked like hell.
Her eyes, emphasized by dark circles, were sunken in her head and a feverish flush covered her cheeks. She massaged the temples of her pounding head and turned on the faucet, splashing her face. The water, like ice over hot coals, dashed the heat on her cheeks. She reached for one of the fluffy white towels hanging from the brass rail beside the counter.
Feeling a little better, she found some painkillers under the counter and took a second look at the bed. Maybe if she just lay down for a bit…
Antoinette crawled from the bed, running a hand over her face to wipe away the sleep. She glanced at her watch. Shit. It’d been an hour. She’d only wanted to close her eyes for a minute. What would her uncle think?
Wait…something’s wrong. Nothing she could put a finger on, but the hair on the back of her neck prickled, and she’d learned over the years to trust that feeling.
Barefoot, she opened the door a crack and peered into the main cabin. Empty. Where was everyone? The dim lights formed dark shadows around the edges of the cabin, making it difficult to see. She let the door close behind her. Only the faint, constant drone of the engines echoed through the room and she frowned.
Halfway across the floor, her foot slid in something sticky. The coppery scent hit her nostrils as she squatted to investigate. Blood. Her instincts kicked into full alert—she crouched lower, her eyes darting left and right.
A trap! They’d been lured here to die. Drawn in by scheming vampires—she knew they weren’t to be trusted.
Well, they wouldn’t get her without a fight. Oh God, Sergei. She went for her weapons case only to find it gone.
Shit! The bastards had taken it. She had to reach the cockpit and force the plane down. Somehow. She had to get back on the ground. There she had more of a chance—more control.
For the first time she noticed a dripping noise coming from up ahead. Antoinette tilted her head, trying to locate the source and inched forward. The galley.
She whipped aside the concertina door to find Mary slumped against the wall, lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling, her throat ripped open. The blood formed vivid crimson rivulets against her pallid skin. But the eyes were the worst, terror frozen in their vacant gaze.
An overturned coffeepot lay on the counter. A large fat drop fell slowly
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