Death Maker by J. C. McKenzie

Author:J. C. McKenzie
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781990143250
Publisher: J. C. McKenzie

Chapter

Fourteen

I sat on the leather seat inside the quiet Town Car, muscles tight, trying to replay events in order to figure out where I went wrong. With my legs crossed at the ankles, I smoothed down my dress to make sure I didn’t unintentionally flash the Master Vampire of Victoria my lace panties. My dress fell below my knees standing, so the action and the worry were completely unnecessary, but it didn’t stop me from going through the motions anyway.

I felt like I was back in high school, sent to the principal’s office and left to sit outside so I could think about what I had done. Flashbacks of my youth bombarded my mind. I’d sit for an hour in the waiting area of the main office that smelled like paper, staples and teen spirit, and think about all my possible transgressions, only to learn they’d called down the wrong Morgan twin. Logan would find everything hilarious and wink as he passed me in the office, while I talked myself down from a panic attack and wiped the cold sweat from my brow.

Except this time, I knew there’d been no mistake. Logan wouldn’t magically appear with his wide, shit-eating grin and tell me to relax.

Maybe agreeing to go with Gregor hadn’t been such a great idea. But we’d exchanged blood. He could find me anywhere and he could try to use the temporary bond to force my compliance. Running was always an option, but I’d have to take Logan and Brandon with me and they were probably still giggling uncontrollably like two school kids outside the apartment building.

“Nice necklace.” Gregor broke the silence to nod at my chest.

I plucked the pendant up and studied it under the flickering light flooding the cabin as we passed the street lights. An engraved head of a griffin chomping on a human skull decorated the centre of the circular pendant. “Thank you.”

“Family heirloom?”

“In a way. My father had one like it and got two identical ones made as a gift for me and my brother.”

“What does it symbolize?”

I shrugged and released the pendant, letting it fall. “My father disappeared before he could explain it. All I know is that it’s a family thing. Our last name is Welsh.” I clamped my mouth shut as Mom’s voice lecturing me to keep my family history private popped into my mind.

“A descendent of Morcant.” Gregor flashed me a small smile.

I straightened in my seat. The word Morcant was engraved on the back of the pendant.

“I’m aware of the origins of your surname, Ms. Morgan. I’m also aware that most people accept the translated meaning of Morcant from Welsh to mean ‘sea circle’ or ‘sea defender’ in English.”

“But not you?”

His smile grew. “Not me. I’ve been around long enough to know of the connection between Morcant and the Morrigan. The name is not referring to the literal ocean so much as a sea of spirits.”

“The veil,” I whispered.

“Exactly.” He leaned back in his seat “Your grandfather also had an identical pendant.

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