Down With Vamps: A Rockstar Urban Fantasy Romance (ICRA Files: Berlin Book 2) by Gaja J. Kos

Author:Gaja J. Kos [Kos, Gaja J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

“Fuck,” I whispered, and the suffocating charge in the air grew.

I tried to breathe through it, stop my own energy spike from affecting the atmosphere in the too-small observation room, but my racing thoughts crashed and rolled relentlessly, stirring up cramps of anxiety in the pit of my stomach and making my protective side roar.

If there ever was a burning, volatile fuel for a vendetta that would never die, it was payback for the kind of thing Aric had done.

Florian Zierke rose to the forefront of my mind. The vampire had been willing to murder people to set Aric up, and all he’d lost was his reputation and livelihood.

Milton…

It was his life Aric had ended.

Well, almost ended, it seemed.

“And you had no idea Milton was alive?” I asked, perhaps a little uselessly.

Aric sliced his head to the side. “Not until the second message.”

His words swirled through the air, and I frowned.

“What made you so sure it was him?” My chair creaked beneath my butt as I leaned forward. “What about your maker?”

Or someone else from his past he’d crossed paths with in a less than pleasant way.

I might not have had all the details at my disposal, but I could read between the lines well enough. When you’re operating out of the low vibe of your spectrum, there were usually a whole array of people you wronged without even realizing the full impact of your actions.

Any one of them could be behind the bloody messages.

“It’s kind of a leap from thinking someone’s dead to believing they’re the one exacting revenge,” I added, though not unkindly.

I might have had my own issues managing my overthinking, but as an agent, looking at all angles and possibilities was crucial. And even knowing that, there were times where I’d been blinded by my own mind and would have given anything to have someone on the outside prod my brain and open it up to new perspectives.

Before I could share my reasons for questioning his belief in Milton’s guilt, Aric sighed and dragged a hand through his hair, mussing the dark brown strands. “It was…more of a feeling, really. But if you want to go the rational route… My maker would have come after me sooner if he wanted to. He would have caught wind of me if he were looking, and he wouldn’t hesitate. Roscoe was always the kind of vamp who, once he decided on something, he got shit done. Finding me…” A wan, mirthless smile pulled on his lips. “He would have done so a long time ago.”

Yeah, being in a popular band and anonymity did not go hand in hand. The Whiskey Jet Preachers may have operated mainly in Central Europe, but they were far from unknown across continents.

”Besides”—another labored sigh rattled from Aric’s lungs—“of all the shit I cooked up, turning Milton over to the hunter takes the top. It’s him, Gina, I know it.”

I flattened my lips and gave him a nod of acknowledgment. Gut instinct was rarely misleading and, more often than not, right, even if the explanation seemed far-fetched to the mind.

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