Call of Blood: A Novel of The Unnatural Brethren by Silvana G. Sánchez

Author:Silvana G. Sánchez [G. Sánchez, Silvana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sinister Publishing House
Published: 2018-07-19T16:00:00+00:00

Ivan landed on the chaise longue in his bedroom’s parlor. Whatever drama had taken place downstairs meant little to him. The real hell brewed inside his head.

Alisa in Jiao Long’s claws… It was too disturbing a thought. His mind whirred incessantly trying to figure out his next step. Should he confront Jiao? He had the entire coven on his side, it wouldn’t work.

“Oh, Alisa…” heaving a heavy sigh. “You’ve caused me more trouble in this lifetime than when we were brother and sister.”

He stared at the golden locket in his hand—the one he’d snatched from that devil, Jiao Long. Ivan opened it, revealing a miniature portrait inside. Her deep blue eyes gazed at him from the other side of the tiny painting.

“I’m not sure I want to see you. In fact, there’s nothing I’d prefer more than to never lay eyes on you again. But it seems you’re determined to torture my soul even in this century… Haven’t you had enough?”

Ivan closed the reliquary and left it on the coffee table.

Antoine’s awakening into Darkness had freed his mind from her, if only for a while. Killing Antoine's friends had allowed him to unleash his anger against Jiao Long. Three lives in exchange of your eternal life, Ivan had told him days ago… Shrewd of him to bring not his friends but the bullies who tormented his brief months of school when he arrived at the city. But the thrill of the Kill washed away too soon. And Alisa’s face came back to torture him with precious dark memories forever engraved in his black heart.

The soiree hadn’t helped either.

“A masquerade,” he huffed. “What was I thinking?” It only delivered him back to Venice, back to the days of the Carnival.

“I can’t go on like this. Finding you is the only way to be free from you.”

Cassandra was the key out of this mess. He had to see her, soon. What was that? Knocking on his door? Who in this entire household would be polite enough to care for such a thing?

“Come in,” he said.

It didn’t surprise him to see Phillip walk into the room. So posh and well-mannered. Ivan cared little for manners, they were so… mortal.

His fledgling stood on the parlor’s black and gold Kashan rug. What do you want, Phillip Blackwell? “I have no interest in going for Round Two if that’s why you’re here,” Ivan said.

Phillip winced. His reaction gained him points for cuteness. Ivan half-smiled. “I’m listening.”

“I want you to know that no matter what my feelings are regarding Antoine’s awakening, I stand by you.” He paused. “You have enough on your plate right now.”

Ivan raised his brow. “You never cease to amaze me, Phillip Blackwell. Aren’t you the perfect gentleman?” He couldn’t help being cynical. Everything in his life was tainted by Alisa’s touch. “Forgive me. I appreciate your empathy. I truly do.”

“I’ll leave you to your rest then.” As he turned to the door, Phillip stopped. “I’ve been meaning to tell you. The singing, the visions… they’re gone.

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