All the bodies have been buried. There are thirty prisoners in the dungeons and no casualties on our side. They didn’t expect us to attack them from inside the citadel. It was a clean, quiet job. We’d crept into the citadel like plague. Easy job.
Was until I tripped over a curb and fell down the stairs. I hit that man with psychopathic eyes. He reacted to my inner Mora and that was my chance. I didn’t hesitate. The dick smelled of evil stronger than Yeva.
I sank my fangs into his throat and ripped it out. Brad finished the job, chopping his head off. Just to make sure the scumbag was really dead.
I threw up for ten hours. I’m bound to Brad and that means I can’t drink another man’s blood.
Who said life is perfect?
“Alastar and Jax can do that for you,” my dad says.
I nod.
I’m so grateful for his help. I have no idea how to lead the Order and his patient guidance is priceless.
He’s so proud of me. Brad is proud of me. Well, in our bedroom, my husband is on top and I’m beneath him.
Anyway, my dad is so proud and excited that he’s made peace with Brad and my marriage.
The double door creaks open and my mom sneaks into the great hall. Her shoes click against the stone floor. The wolf follows her. Yes, Esther’s been very useful to us for the last three years. Not to mention that my brother is madly in love with her. They’re getting married as soon as they both turn eighteen.
My mom and Esther take their seats as the antique chairs scrape against the floor.
Women are allowed to sit around this enormous table now. Equality and diversity, that’s my idea of ruling the Order.
My mom clears her throat. “The kids are occupied.”
Brad chuckles. “Only club business.”
“Sorry,” my mom says.
I wink at her. My son is two and a half. Brad and I want to have another baby.
My dad throws his arm over my mom’s back and kisses her on the top of her head. Brad’s hand searches for mine as our fingers lace together.
“Love you,” I mouth to him.
Colin clears his throat. “The armoury room?”
“This is going to be Ross’ responsibility,” I say. “The trucks, cars and bikes are on Jax.” I put my palms on the table and rise to my feet. “Now, let’s have some fun.”
Hoots, growls, and the sounds of the fists banging against the table explode into the air. We walk out of the great hall and gather in the courtyard. I can see Esther patrolling the citadel’s wall and Ross sneaking out to patrol the area around the citadel.
Brad’s hot lips slam on mine. He thrusts his tongue in and makes me shiver.
“My queen,” he says.
With our hands tangled together, we move towards the devastated garden. Brad’s fingers trace the length of my neck. He slaps my ass with his hand, forcing a yelp from my mouth.
“My little queen,” he says.
A shadow crosses my way. I come to an abrupt stop. A jolt of energy surges through me.
Excitement fills my veins.
“Fucking hell,” a male husky voice says. “Lavra, the rift is not an elevator.”
I recognize that voice. A smile curls my lips.
A female figure pops out of the darkness and stands in the light of the lamp that hangs on the citadel’s wall. It’s Lavra. Her husband stands beside her, looking very pissed off.
“You shouldn’t be here, Lavra,” I say.
“Ten minutes,” she says. “I just wanted to see you.” She inhales deeply, her palms facing the night sky. “It’s so warm here.”
Brad chuckles.
Lavra rests her back against her husband’s chest and rubs her ass up the front of his jeans.
Brad clears his throat.
Yes, they’re wilder than us. More primeval and more powerful.
Lavra flashes me a smile, grabs her husband’s hand, and they disappear into the darkness.
“That was very… educational,” Brad says. His hand reaches down to my ass and he squeezes it roughly. “I need you, woman. On all fours.”
We hold hands and tumble into the shed. We fuck until forgetfulness.
Zorica
I grip Declan’s arm. “I need your help.”
He nods. “Sure. What is it?”
The sound of the party in the courtyard drifts to my ears. We’re in one of the rooms, babysitting the kids, my son and my grandson. They’re fast asleep.
“Stay with the kids,” I say. “I need a walk.”
Declan chuckles. “Sure.” He leans towards me and plants a kiss on my temple. “I get it. The party is more exciting than the kids and old husband.”
“Declan.”
He slaps my ass lightly. “Go.”
I exit the room and huff out. Something is wrong. Something’s been wavering on the edge of my consciousness since I walked into this citadel. A weak voice. An eerie whisper of familiarity.
I have to listen to it, to answer, to walk.
I make way down the stairs that lead into the dungeons. The dark corridor blows humidity and coldness in my face. I keep walking, passing the cells where our prisoners are locked up.
I stop being aware of my movements, turning into a stream of consciousness. Turning into an instinct for searching. Something is lost and I need to find it.
A wall covered by moss obstructs my way.
I need to cross it. I need…
My hands start wandering over the wall like they are not mine any longer. My fingers palpate the slimy coldness of the stone, the velvety wetness of the moss. A hole. A splinter inside that hole. It stirs at my touch.
The wall moves back like a door. A flickering light brushes against my face and I smell a human. I pull forward and enter a room through the narrow gap. My eyes travel to a man. He’s holding a gun in his hand.
“Don’t move, vampyr,” he growls.
“I know you,” I whisper.
The gun in his hand stirs.
“I know you,” he says, his blue eyes wide.
“Your name is Sasha.”
I can see droplets of sweat on his forehead, shiny like diamonds in the light emitted from a torch. The room is a square stone cell, cans, bottles of water, and bits of food scattered on the floor.
Bruises cover Sasha’s face and his arm looks like it’s broken.
“I’m a friend,” I say.
“I know what you are. I’ve spent years investigating creatures like you.”
“I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
“I hope so.” He averts his eyes for a moment, his jaw muscles twitching. His eyes travel back to mine. “You slaughtered those hunters.”
“They were bad people.”
“I know, but… I’m a scientist, you know. It’s hard to swallow for me.”
“What are you doing here?”
“That’s a long story.” He chuckles. “I fell in love with a girl who looked like a fawn. But guess what? She wasn’t a girl. She was a vampyr.”
“A Mora, you mean.”
“What’s the difference?” He puts the gun onto an old table with ornate legs. “I guess you’re the strength here.”
“Tell me your story and I’ll heal you. We got a deal?”
He inhales deeply. “You heard of the Salvation Ghosts MC?”
“No.”
“My wife is one of them. A gargoyle, you know. I was sent to gather information, you know. In case you screwed up.”
“You know Esther?”
“I can’t tell you. Some things must remain secret. Raphael wants to remain in the shadow, that’s all I can tell you.”
“I understand.”
He is a friend. I know this deep down.
An intimidating presence joins us. My husband to be precise.
“What the fuck?” he growls.
“Why are you not with the kids?” I say with anger.
“Colin is with them,” Declan says. “Why are you with another man, Zorica?” He steps forward.
“Wait a minute. I fucking know you. You’re a fucking paranormal investigator. I fucking told you that you were never to cross my path again, remember?”
“He’s wounded,” I hiss.
Declan grunts. “He should be. I told him to stay away from you. I told him many years ago. I’m gonna make his wounds even worse.”
“Man,” Sasha says, “listen to me. I’m one of you now, okay? My wife is a gargoyle.” He pulls the sleeve of his shirt down, exposing the rune symbol glittering on his arm.
Declan’s lips curl into a wicked smile. “She’ll claw your eyes out if she as much as smells another woman from you.”
“You see,” Sasha says. “No need to be nervous.”
“Fucking paranormal investigators,” Declan mutters, “always in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Declan,” I say. “He’s my ray of luck. I met him and then I met you. Interesting, isn’t it?”
“Just a coincidence, Zorica,” Declan says.
Sasha fixes his eyes on mine. “You’re Zorica?”
“Yes.” I nod. “Zorica Marinka Stoyanov.”
Sasha grins. “I have good news for you, Zorica. Your parents are trying to find you. They’re in the Mora sanctuary in Moldova with twenty others of your kind. Their leader is a hunter. They say he can decapitate five men with one sweep of his sword. They say he’s two thousand years old.”
My heart stops beating and blood drains from my face.
Yes, Sasha is my ray of luck.
Things seem to be coming full circle. Life is so surprising sometimes.
To be continued…
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