BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS
BLOOD VICE BOOK SIX
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Angela Roquet
BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS
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Copyright © 2018 by Angela Roquet
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All rights reserved. No part of this book shall be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without prior written permission of the publisher. Although every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the publisher and author assume no responsibility for errors or omissions. Neither is any liability assumed for damages resulting from the use of the information contained herein.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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www.angelaroquet.com
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Cover Art by Rebecca Frank
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Edited by Chelle Olson of Literally Addicted to Detail
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Also by Angela Roquet
DEDICATION
BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
FLESH AND BLOOD
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Also by Angela Roquet
Blood Vice
Blood Vice
Blood and Thunder
Blood in the Water
Blood Dolls
Thicker Than Blood
Blood, Sweat, and Tears
Flesh and Blood
Out for Blood (2019)
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Lana Harvey, Reapers Inc.
Graveyard Shift (Read for FREE)
Pocket Full of Posies
For the Birds
Psychopomp
Death Wish
Ghost Market
Hellfire and Brimstone
Limbo City Lights (short story collection)
The Illustrated Guide to Limbo City
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Spero Heights
Blood Moon
Death at First Sight
The Midnight District
Alpha Girls (2019)
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Sacred Realms
Daughter of the War
Sister of the Realm (2019)
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Haunted Properties: Magic and Mayhem Universe
How to Sell a Haunted House
Better Haunts and Graveyards (2019)
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other titles
Crazy Ex-Ghoulfriend
Backwoods Armageddon
DEDICATION
For Paul and Xavier,
who make my world go round.
BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS
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Chapter One
DANTE LEANED OVER THE massive canvas printer in his photography studio. The muscles in his back rippled under the fabric of his snug Henley as he adjusted some dial or another, and I almost forgot why I’d cornered him in the first place. Almost.
Eight months ago, I’d been announced as the adopted scion of House Lilith’s new princess, making me the duchess tempus—whatever the hell that meant. The title felt like a clever disguise that effectively kept my head attached to my body. I hadn’t realized at the time just how much the role would demand—or not demand, as it were.
“You need a hobby, Ms. Skye,” Dante scolded me. “Something challenging that might instill a bit of patience.”
I huffed and leaned my back against the work table that stretched along the opposite wall of the studio. “If eight months under Ursula’s tutelage doesn’t prove my patience, what will?” I folded my arms, more to keep my hands from touching any of the pricey gadgets in the room than to punctuate my mood.
For a former Civil War veteran, Dante was surprisingly tech-savvy. Definitely more tech-savvy than I was. He knew his way around high-end, digital cameras and photo-editing tablets, and he had several industrial printers that fit snuggly in the studio down the hall from his bedroom. Tripods, timers, and charging cables were neatly stacked on a corner shelf. On the far wall, beyond the fancy printers and the worktable, hung naked frames, rolls of canvas and photo paper, and an assortment of tools.
“Perhaps knitting or the cello,” Dante offered as he turned to face me, snapping my focus away from his more agreeable backside.
“Knitting?” I stared at him. “That’s what you think will curb my desire to work with Blood Vice?”
“You could make the harem donors sweaters or scarves for Midwinter,” he said. “Improve your rapport with them.”
“What’s wrong with my rapport?” My bottom lip jutted out before I could stop it. “I thought everyone in the harem liked me.”
“Of course they do.” Dante sighed. “But healthy relationships require frequent care and maintenance.”
“Uuugh.” I rolled my eyes and pushed away from the table. “You promised you’d put in a good word with my new sire.”
Dante had the decency to look ashamed. “That was before I knew Ursula would be given the role.”
“She’s making me crazy. I swear, every lesson either dissolves into decades-stale gossip or conspiracy theories that make tinfoil hats seem credible. She’s off her rocker. And all I’m doing is wasting space,” I added, throwing my hands in the air.
“What about sculpture?” Dante turned away from me again as the printer sputtered out a series of beeps.
A growl crawled up my throat as my fists balled. “Sure. I can sculpt an urn. For when I finally lose it and set myself on fire to escape this nonsense.”
“Don’t be so dramatic. That’s Ursula’s job.”
“Well, that’s what you get for cooping me up with her for eight months,” I said. “You realize I haven’t left the manor since we returned from Imbolc? Not once.”
I wasn’t exactly BFFs with the queen or the well-to-do guests who frequented her parties, but I had been disappointed when the duke announced we would be skipping the Midsummer’s Eve ball in Denver so Ursula and I could have more one-on-one time to bond.
Dante shrugged, making the muscles in his back roll hypnotically. “You’re the scion of the Princess of House Lilith. Two attempts were made on her life. It’s not safe for you to be out in public. Not until we find a way to stop Kassandra.”
Kassandra, the Duchess of House Lilith and Dante’s sibling scion. She was a sly devil, and she had the prince wrapped around her finger. Because of my inherited blood vision, I already knew that she was behind the assassination attempt on the queen. We were also pretty sure that she was responsible for the two attacks on Ursula. Not that we had any proof.
Kassandra was careful. And patient—a virtue that I was clearly lacking. The summer had slipped by uneventfully, and the more time passed without incident, the more I wondered if this weren’t just some part of her evil plan. Driving me nuts via subjection to Ursula’s paranoia and mood swings.
My silence drew Dante’s attention. He turned and crossed the room, closing the gap between us. The inner corners of his eyebrows hit
ched sympathetically as he touched my shoulder. He raked his other hand through his chocolatey curls, and I looked away as some irrational heat filled my chest and face.
“We have our best people surveilling her,” he said. At my disheartened sigh, his slid hand down the swell of my shoulder and took another step forward. “In the meantime, if my recommended hobbies are not to your liking, perhaps we can think of something more...pleasurable to pass the time?”
My gaze lifted to meet his, and I struggled not to squirm away from the hunger I saw there. It was too close to my own. Though, I think what bothered me most was that I couldn’t tell if his was genuine or if it was just a clever tactic to get rid of me whenever I badgered him. We’d been doing this little dance since the Midsummer’s Eve cancellation when the cabin fever kicked into overdrive.
“Don’t get cute with me,” I said, swallowing my discomfort.
Dante blinked innocently. “You find me cute, Ms. Skye?”
“I find you to be a lot of things, Your Grace.” I smirked and found the nerve to edge away from him before heading for the studio door.
“Where are you going?” he asked, a teasing note in his voice.
“To beat the snot out of your top security guard.”
“Mind his face, would you, dear? We have an appointment later tonight.”
I ignored him and kept walking, annoyed by the reminder that someone was getting to go on a field trip, and it wasn’t me.
“Knitting,” I scoffed and slammed the studio door behind me as I left.
Chapter Two
MURPHY DUCKED MY LEFT jab, dropping perfectly to receive the uppercut I delivered with my opposite glove. His teeth made a wet clicking sound as his jaw snapped shut.
“Come on, man,” he groaned, easing away from me to rub his chin. “This mug’s ugly enough.”
“Sorry.” I gave him an apologetic frown and retreated to my corner of the ring to grab my towel.
Sparring with Murphy in the manor’s gym was the closest thing I had to a hobby, and it was the only chance I got to blow off steam these days. But, lately, it just wasn’t cutting it. I was too restless.
I paced my side of the ring, eyes searching for a water bottle that wasn’t there. I guessed old habits die hard. I’d have to wait until I stopped by the harem to quench my thirst.
The tips of my fangs rubbed the inside of my bottom lip at the thought of blood, and then I caught sight of myself in one of the mirrored walls that lined the gym. My ponytail was askew, and the scowl I wore was severe enough to cut a deep crease across my forehead. I looked like I was ready to tear someone’s throat out. No wonder the rest of the guards had split when I arrived.
I affected a less hostile expression before turning around to face Murphy again.
“So, where are you and the duke going tonight?” I asked, trying to sound casual as I wiped the sweat from the back of my neck.
Murphy snorted. “Who says we’re going somewhere?”
“Dante mentioned you had a date.”
“Date? It’s not a—you know—” He paused to chuckle. “Nice try, slick.”
“What?” I cocked my head, still hopeful I’d get the information out of him. “He said I shouldn’t muck up your face too much. Why else would he need you to be pretty?”
“You’re good, but not that good.” Murphy ripped open the Velcro of his gloves and pulled them off before stuffing them down into the duffel bag hanging off the ring post in his corner. “If the duke wants to share his personal business with you, that’s up to him. Not me.”
“So, it’s a personal outing, then? Not business?”
Murphy frowned and blew out an annoyed sigh. “Come on, Skye. I thought we were friends. Don’t bust my balls.”
“Sorry,” I grumbled. “I guess we’re done for the night?” I glanced at the clock on the gym wall behind him. We usually went for an hour longer, but I suspected my harassment had cut his patience short.
“Yup. Gotta get all gussied up for this date.” He made a face at me, but then a soft grin tugged up the corners of his lips. “You wanna swing by the harem with me for a bite?”
I shrugged. “Sure. Why not?”
I pulled off my gloves and dropped them down into my duffel along with the towel. Then I slung the bag over my shoulder and tightened my ponytail, trying to make myself more presentable for our midnight brunch. Not that I really needed to impress any of the donors.
I was still taking my blood in a teapot, same as Ursula. Dante wasn’t much of a vein tapper either. It seemed the only vamps who drank directly from the harem donors were the guards.
I’d drunk regularly from donors before—with Vin and the harem at the bat cave—neither of which had ended well. The blood pots were easier. They required less emotional investment. Though, I did sometimes miss that shared connection. Especially when I thought of the rarer, more special bond I’d forged with Roman. That hadn’t ended well either.
There were lots of blood pots in my foreseeable future.
“The All Hallows’ Eve ball is coming up,” Murphy said as we exited the gym and made our way to the north stairwell off the foyer.
“Think we’ll actually get to go to this one?” I gave him a skeptical look before taking the stairs ahead of him.
“The boss is always at the last ball of the year. He likes to check out the new recruits from Denver.”
“That doesn’t mean anything for Ursula or me,” I said over my shoulder. “He could still keep us locked up here while he’s off dancing with all the fancy-fangs.”
“Is this place so bad?” Murphy asked as we reached the second floor. He jerked his chin, indicating down the upper-north wing hallway. “You got a library with about any book you can think of, a blood harem full of willing donors, a killer gym, a thousand channels to choose from, and your own DVR. And you don’t even have to work for it,” he added bitterly.
I glared at him. “That’s the problem. I want to work for it.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so?” Murphy slugged my shoulder and turned, heading off down the hallway that circled around to the harem. “I’m sure Yosh can find some dishes that need washin’ or a toilet to scrub.”
I groaned and tailed after him, letting the strap of my gym bag sag into the crook of my arm. It pained me to admit it, but Murphy was right—about the countless amenities. Not the maid duties. I had everything I needed and most everything I wanted—minus the investigative police work and the freedom to come and go as I pleased.
It wasn’t just boredom or the sense of not earning my keep that fueled my discontent—though those reasons ranked high on the list, too. Being a police officer—and a Blood Vice agent—had given my life direction and meaning. A glowing vision of my mother, watching proudly from a fluffy cloud in the sky in between playing fetch with Maggie, flashed in my mind.
What did she have to be proud of now? The fact that I’d watched every single episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer in less than two weeks? I wondered how many scarves I could have knit in that amount of time and decided that maybe Dante’s hobby suggestions weren’t entirely without merit.
As I rounded the corner and entered the harem lounge, I caught Murphy and the harem manager sharing a kiss behind the long counter that sectioned off the kitchen. Yoshiko blushed when she noticed me and pulled away from Murphy.
“Jenna! Hi.” She giggled nervously and reached for one of the stainless-steel pots lined up on the counter. “Would you like to try out one of our new donors? We have an Alaskan on the paleo diet, and a Spaniard on the Mediterranean.”
“Surprise me,” I said, unable to summon a single give-a-damn. Then I remembered Dante’s comment about good rapport and managed to at least return Yoshiko’s smile. “I’m sure they’re both great.”
“Be right back.” Yoshiko gave Murphy a sneaky grin before slipping down the hallway that led to the donor rooms.
I waited for her to be out of earshot and then asked Murphy, “How’s your relationship work?�
� I didn’t grasp how shitty the question sounded until the grin melted from his face. “I’ve been a vampire all of a year. I have no idea how these things work or what the rules are. Humor me.”
Murphy licked his lips and eyed the hallway Yoshiko had disappeared down. He didn’t whisper, but his voice dropped a few decibels. “It’s not much different than how humans do it.”
I snorted. “Okay, don’t humor me that much.”
“I mean, sure, there’s the blood sharing, and we don’t get married or make babies—but you ask me, I’d rather have a scion anyway.”
“Really?” I asked.
Murphy dipped his chin. “Absolutely. I don’t have to worry about some ticking biological clock. I could wait a hundred years—more—before deciding to create a scion. Wouldn’t you rather skip over that whole diaper-changing, mouthy-teenager, growing-pains phase and start with a full deck right off the bat?” His eyebrows drew together, and then he shook his head. “I dunno. Maybe I’m just a silver-linings kinda guy.”
I hummed to myself and nodded. “I can see that, I guess. But I was just curious whether or not there was a rule on the books about sleeping with harem donors.” When his eyes widened, I made a face at him. “Asking for a friend.”
Murphy pressed his lips together smugly. “No, the boss ain’t got no rule that says Yosh and I can’t knock boots. He knows about it.”
Of course he did. Dante would expect to know about everything going on in his house. His calm and centered attitude was likely dependent on that control. Everything in the world beyond the manor seemed like an endless catastrophe.
My mind circled back to what Murphy had just revealed. “Would you...could you make Yoshiko your scion?”
He made a horrified face. “Yosh belongs to the duke’s harem. Heck, she’s the glue that holds his harem together. I’d never dream of asking the boss for something that big. Besides, turning a lover into a scion is a big step, requires a lot more commitment than most couples are able to manage.”
“How’s that?” I asked.
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