Blood Rose (Blood Books Book 1) by Rose Danielle

Author:Rose, Danielle [Rose, Danielle]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Publisher: Danielle Rose
Published: 2015-08-13T07:00:00+00:00

The basement training quarters weren’t what I was expecting. Even though the basement beautifully matched the manor’s Gothic theme, I had still expected the basement out of a horror film: gloomy, cement floors, goo-covered walls, broken windows, dead bodies sprawled about.

Wall sconces provided minimal lighting in the tight and winding hallway, but my eyes adjusted quickly. It took only seconds for the shadows to dissipate. We passed a few doors as we approached the end of the hallway.

“What’s down here?” I asked.

“The armory, our training room, storage, and such.” I raised an eyebrow at the armory part. “Believe it or not,” he continued, “we don’t simply awaken with the skills needed to kill.”

“Of course not. That would be too easy.”

The training room was behind the second to last door. The room was massive. I did quick calculations in my head; there was no way this all fit under the manor. The wall to the left was floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and I wondered if the CIA would be recording my first training session. I awkwardly tugged at my clothes, not liking the feeling of someone watching without me knowing. It was clear that paranoia was setting in, but I didn’t care. I turned my back to the eavesdroppers, hoping I could stay at this angle for the remainder of our time down here. It was unlikely, but a girl could dream.

The wall adjacent to the mirrors was full of weapons: crossbows, spears, blades. The carpeted floor in the hallway didn’t continue into the room. Instead, the entire flooring was matted. I gently pushed my heels into the foam, testing its cushiness. There wasn’t any fancy workout equipment. There was just padded flooring. I supposed vampires didn’t need to work out, but they did need to spar.

“We should get started. There’s a bathroom in the back,” he said, pointing to a little wooden door hidden in the corner. “Put these on,” he added, tossing me what looked like scraps of fabric.

With the flick of a wrist, I pulled them open: a black sports bra with a crisscrossed back—identical to the one I was already wearing—and black spandex shorts that seemed more like underwear than outerwear.

“You’re kidding,” I said, tearing my eyes away from the skimpy outfit. There was no way that I was going to wear this in public.

“Change quickly; we have a lot of work to do,” he said.

“And why exactly do I have to wear this? Can’t I just wear what I have on? It’s flexible,” I said, dropping into squats to emphasize my movement capabilities.

The grin on his face was more than enough evidence that he’d force me into these clothes anyway, yet I continued my mini workout routine, hoping I’d convince him that modern-day clothing was appropriate attire for workout buddies. While I wasn’t the best fitness partner when I was human, I was still smart enough to know that items easily passable as lingerie didn’t belong in the gym.

“Those won’t do.”

“But why?” I asked, ceasing my routine.

“Three reasons: one, you need to be able to see your body move,” he said as he flicked up his pointer finger.

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