Blood Sin (2) by Marie Treanor

Author:Marie Treanor [Treanor, Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: NAL
Published: 2011-04-05T05:00:00+00:00

Travis waited until the Ancient had left, by the same means he’d entered, until he could no longer hear the retreating engine of his car. Then he sprang into action, turning on his still subdued underlings with a snarl that barely hid his glee.

“Clean this shithole up! I want the ceiling repaired and new furniture in here by the evening. Al, you’ll be in charge. I have a little business to take care of.” Which should get the dangerous Ancient off his back once and for all, and send Severin scuttling back to LA. Provided, of course, that Saloman was an honorable vampire. It was hard to tell on short acquaintance, but at any rate it would take the arrogant bastard down to size.

Leaving his minions sweeping up, Travis strode off toward the parking lot.

He’d had a special semitransparent blind fitted to the side window of his car, so that he could leave it open and still keep the sun off himself. It was useful for smelling out enemies and, in this case, friends. The scent of Grayson Dante was still in his nostrils. It was easy to track him, even among the busy traffic, easy too to find the parking garage under his apartment building, just by following the senator’s trail. And there, keeping his eye on the senator’s car, he settled down to wait for darkness. He’d had bad experiences before, visiting humans in daylight—he still had the burn scars to prove it.

The waiting was easy for a patient vampire. The hardest part of the expedition turned out to be persuading the doorman to let him into the lobby. In the end he had to use a mesmeric stare to get the man near enough the glass door to mouth through it, Senator Dante.

Fortunately, the man then released the lock; Travis had no desire to kick in the glass and cause an incident for his new ally.

“Sir, the senator isn’t at home.”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Travis. “His car’s down there. Just call him up, will you? Tell him I’m here. My name’s Travis.”

“Ah, Mr. Travis. One moment.” Under Travis’s irate gaze, the man dived back behind his desk and produced an envelope, which he held out placatingly.

Travis snatched it and ripped it open.

“Dear Mr. Travis. I’m pursuing other options in Budapest. Will be in touch. D.”

“Shit!” Travis crumpled the paper in his fist. He wasn’t stupid enough to imagine that Dante had left the sword in his apartment, so how the hell was he to get it now?

He began to think that making a deal with Saloman had been a big—a very big—mistake.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.