Dark Sentinel by Christine Feehan

Author:Christine Feehan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2018-09-03T16:00:00+00:00

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Last child secure. The phrase to remove him from the safety circle is “Curious George likes his bike.”

Ferro had waited for what seemed forever to hear those words. He had already found the place the master vampire had hidden. The forest was cool and should have felt fresh. Instead, the air was heavy and unnaturally silent. There were no cicadas making their music. No lizards or mice scurrying in the leaves. Animals had fled the area. He hadn’t found one within the three-mile circumference he’d scanned. An abomination was close.

He stayed very still, waiting for one mistake. Eventually, the master vampire, depending on his age, would make one. Right now, Ferro had narrowed his search to a small group of trees. Leaves seemed wilted. An abundance of needles had dropped. Black sap ran down three of the trees, and one trunk was split. All of those things indicated an abomination of nature was close, or had been there.

He studied the split trunk carefully. It was very possible the master vampire had hidden himself in the tree, but his presence had cracked the trunk before he wanted to emerge so he’d left that one open and dying. There was an abundance of insects crawling on the tree closest to it and also along the roots that were bare along the ground. Several of the tree roots looped naturally up into the air. Even in the dark, Ferro could see without hindrance, and there was movement in those roots.

The hunter shifted the wind minutely, just enough so that the turn wouldn’t be noticed as anything but natural. He shifted into mere molecules floating on the breeze, allowing it to carry him close to the suspect tree. As he neared his destination, he could see the dark hole at the base of the tree. A wild boar had dug, exposing the roots and feasting on some of them. Inside the hole was a mound of black, stinging insects that were no more natural than the sap running along two of cracked limbs overhead.

He moved into position. For centuries, the inside of trees was often a favorite spot for a master vampire to hide while he sacrificed his pawns to a hunter. Ferro had seen it too many times. He had also seen traps the master vampire set up, one such as this, cleverly done, where the hunter would believe the undead was in one tree, when in fact, he was in another.

Ferro waited, seeing with more than his eyes. He was a dangerous fighter, much more so than any other hunter he had encountered, and his brethren were the best among them. He wanted the fight over as soon as possible. If he lingered, the nothingness inside him always yawned wide, threatening to engulf him.

“Muonìak te avoisz te—I command you to reveal yourself.” He spoke in the ancient language, words of great power. Those words rarely worked on a master unless the hunter uttering them was far more powerful. All those who had locked themselves away in the monastery held such power.

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