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against the harsh asphalt which is still damp from a light sprinkling the night before.
Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply.
My eyes snap open. I smell her. She is wounded . I crawl across the asphalt, dipping my head to better smell.
The Reapers have taken her. The acrid smell of them raises the fine hairs at my nape, though I'm not sure why. They won't kill her, but rape is not without possibility. Or some other unconscious or deliberate harm.
Like Constantine and Kane of the demonic, the Reapers seek the easy pickings of Druid females, or females with the blood of their species. If females weren’t so rare for all the supernaturals, it would be simpler for all.
However, females are rare. The Reapers being able to pick up a Druid female in the care of a Harborer indicates an unusual level of finesse. A lone Druid vampire in pursuit of a much-coveted Druid pure-blood female might not be enough.
It'll have to be.
I leap to my feet, brushing off my jeans, and run the short distance to Wu's. The trail leads there.
I slap open the door, and the rest of the glass barely holding inside the door shatters in a sheet behind me.
A man of Asian descent quakes behind the counter.
“No more! We closed!”
He is older and obviously foreign-born. Not that it figures whatsoever into my plans. Like all vampires, I'm single-minded in my pursuit.
“Speak,” I say, folding my arms.
He backs away, and I sigh. Wu, I presume, scoots from behind the gold-and-white speckled laminate countertop and sidles up beside a badly bent metal rack of scattered desserts.
“I say nothing. We closed.” His hands wring, and his earnest brown eyes beseech me to leave.
“I'm not here to hurt you. I'm looking for a woman.” That's so broad a description I almost laugh and check my humor at the last second. “A woman with black hair and blue eyes.” It’s a reasonable guess. I've never heard of a full-blood Druid female of the fairer persuasion without those features. Dark hair, light eyes.
“No woman. Monsters.” He makes a parody of fangs with his index fingers.
A chuckle slips out as I step closer. “Yes—woman.”
He shakes his head.
Fuck it.
My fangs extend.
He bangs into the rack, bending it further as he falls into its crooked cradle of metal.
I blur to him, bend at the waist, and hiss. “Remember. Now,” I enunciate tersely.
“They take her.” He points a shaking finger at the shattered door.
“And?”
A drop of my saliva hangs from my ivory-colored fang tip.
It lands on Wu's forehead, and he screams, high and piteous.
“Three monsters, like—like you !” he accuses. “And a man and woman.”
He blubbers.
I ignore him. He means the Reapers, Harborer, and Druid pure-blood female.
I spin, and Wu flinches. He rises, his elbow squishing a soft pink treat.
“What direction did they go?” I ask.
He points toward the north.
“Thank you,” I say. He crawls away mewling but I'm already out the door and heading north.
Toward her.
Toward certain massacre.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Nova
I groan, turning my head, and it crushes into something soft. What a fucking humdinger of a nightmare. I cuddle inside my covers and every bit of me screams awake to aching.
My eyelids crack open. I'm pretty sure the only spot on my body that doesn't hurt are my toenails.
I move to sit up and stall out. My wrists are bound to a metal headboard.
My chest's tight like an elephant just parked its ass on me.
I move my feet, and they're similarly bound.
It wasn’t a dream.
Reapers. Three. Just like the Musketeers but with fangs and stuff. And things like dicks and irresistible vampire charm. Except for Kellan.
Yeah .
I sigh and shut my eyes.
Stay put and wait for the two hotties and one asshole to come and do what they will—or try to escape? I’ve never been a fan of the “ stay bound and helpless ” routine.
I opt for escape.
I remember Ren and reach out with my magic. If he's dead, I'll know it.
I get a ping back. Ren's
Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply.
My eyes snap open. I smell her. She is wounded . I crawl across the asphalt, dipping my head to better smell.
The Reapers have taken her. The acrid smell of them raises the fine hairs at my nape, though I'm not sure why. They won't kill her, but rape is not without possibility. Or some other unconscious or deliberate harm.
Like Constantine and Kane of the demonic, the Reapers seek the easy pickings of Druid females, or females with the blood of their species. If females weren’t so rare for all the supernaturals, it would be simpler for all.
However, females are rare. The Reapers being able to pick up a Druid female in the care of a Harborer indicates an unusual level of finesse. A lone Druid vampire in pursuit of a much-coveted Druid pure-blood female might not be enough.
It'll have to be.
I leap to my feet, brushing off my jeans, and run the short distance to Wu's. The trail leads there.
I slap open the door, and the rest of the glass barely holding inside the door shatters in a sheet behind me.
A man of Asian descent quakes behind the counter.
“No more! We closed!”
He is older and obviously foreign-born. Not that it figures whatsoever into my plans. Like all vampires, I'm single-minded in my pursuit.
“Speak,” I say, folding my arms.
He backs away, and I sigh. Wu, I presume, scoots from behind the gold-and-white speckled laminate countertop and sidles up beside a badly bent metal rack of scattered desserts.
“I say nothing. We closed.” His hands wring, and his earnest brown eyes beseech me to leave.
“I'm not here to hurt you. I'm looking for a woman.” That's so broad a description I almost laugh and check my humor at the last second. “A woman with black hair and blue eyes.” It’s a reasonable guess. I've never heard of a full-blood Druid female of the fairer persuasion without those features. Dark hair, light eyes.
“No woman. Monsters.” He makes a parody of fangs with his index fingers.
A chuckle slips out as I step closer. “Yes—woman.”
He shakes his head.
Fuck it.
My fangs extend.
He bangs into the rack, bending it further as he falls into its crooked cradle of metal.
I blur to him, bend at the waist, and hiss. “Remember. Now,” I enunciate tersely.
“They take her.” He points a shaking finger at the shattered door.
“And?”
A drop of my saliva hangs from my ivory-colored fang tip.
It lands on Wu's forehead, and he screams, high and piteous.
“Three monsters, like—like you !” he accuses. “And a man and woman.”
He blubbers.
I ignore him. He means the Reapers, Harborer, and Druid pure-blood female.
I spin, and Wu flinches. He rises, his elbow squishing a soft pink treat.
“What direction did they go?” I ask.
He points toward the north.
“Thank you,” I say. He crawls away mewling but I'm already out the door and heading north.
Toward her.
Toward certain massacre.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Nova
I groan, turning my head, and it crushes into something soft. What a fucking humdinger of a nightmare. I cuddle inside my covers and every bit of me screams awake to aching.
My eyelids crack open. I'm pretty sure the only spot on my body that doesn't hurt are my toenails.
I move to sit up and stall out. My wrists are bound to a metal headboard.
My chest's tight like an elephant just parked its ass on me.
I move my feet, and they're similarly bound.
It wasn’t a dream.
Reapers. Three. Just like the Musketeers but with fangs and stuff. And things like dicks and irresistible vampire charm. Except for Kellan.
Yeah .
I sigh and shut my eyes.
Stay put and wait for the two hotties and one asshole to come and do what they will—or try to escape? I’ve never been a fan of the “ stay bound and helpless ” routine.
I opt for escape.
I remember Ren and reach out with my magic. If he's dead, I'll know it.
I get a ping back. Ren's
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