Bonded In Blood by L. Ann & L. Gene Brown

Author:L. Ann & L. Gene Brown [Ann, L. & Brown, L. Gene]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crow Fiction
Published: 2017-10-31T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

The journey to Belfair, where Queen Qetsiyah Camlo (or Kizzy for short) made her home, took over an hour. They opted to drive in a nondescript sedan car with Taz at the wheel. While he drove Morgan checked, double-checked then triple-checked a variety of pistols and extra cartridges and stashed them in various places around her body, pausing only when they boarded the ferry. At which point she told him she wanted to stretch her legs and took off alone, reappearing when the Ferry was preparing to dock.

Tension mounted on the final leg of the journey, neither knowing what they were headed into. Would Kizzy listen to what they had to say or try to execute them without waiting to hear why they had taken out some of her people? And so, a mile away from their destination, Taz brought the car to a stop and turned to face Morgan.

“How do you want to do this?”

Morgan pursed her lips. “It’s not a situation we can plan in advance, is it?” she commented. “Until we know how she will react to what happened, I would suggest we go in under the assumption it’s enemy territory.”

“Agreed. We’ll leave the car and walk the rest of the way.”

Both exited the car and Morgan reached into the back seat to pull out their coats, handing Taz’s across to him. “Ready?”

Taz nodded. “Let’s do this.”

Kizzy’s home – and the Seattle headquarters for the Rroma House – was set against the backdrop of the waterfront. They walked cautiously up the long winding drive, watching for guards. Taz’s fingers twitched as he fought not to pull a gun, while his senses screamed at him that something was not right. Approaching the house, they slowed and exchanged a glance. They should have been challenged by now, a sentry should have stepped forward and asked them to announce their intention, and yet nothing and no one stirred.

“For the sake of sounding clichéd,” Taz murmured. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

“As you should.” The mocking voice came from behind them, causing them both to draw their pistols and spin, training their weapons on the man now standing between them and the driveway.

Tall – taller than Taz – dark hair tied back into a ponytail, fur-lined coat wrapped around his long gaunt figure and collar turned up, the anger in his stance radiated outward. His face was covered by a half-mask, the type of which were used in eighteenth century masquerade balls; black, beaked with feathers at the outer edges hiding his face. His hands curled into the material of his sleeves, were tipped with silver points and Taz made a mental note to avoid contact with them at all costs.

“You’re the one responsible for the child killers,” Morgan broke the silence.

He chuckled, a dry dusty sound. “My children are a part of the natural order of things. They are born to darkness, to be top of the food chain, to kill. You are the abomination, a genetically engineered hybrid, the guilty secret of the Nikaran clan.

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