Erin McCarthy-Las Vegas Vampires 05 - First Blood by Russian Roulette

Author:Russian Roulette [SS] [Roulette, Russian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-10-12T17:56:29+00:00

“Cassandra isn’t always discreet. One of her flaws is that she likes to brag. So word went around that she had a vampire in her custody who she was selling to slayers. My friend Jack, who you met downstairs, told me. Jack is the kind of guy that everyone likes and people talk to, so he hears a lot of gossip. If Cassandra is involved he usually tells me.” Alistair gave a sheepish smile. “I think it’s his way of reminding me what a bitch Cassandra is, in case I’m ever insane enough to think I want to get back together with her. But trust me, there’s no danger of that.”

“So you intervened in order to anger your ex-wife?” She could understand that, even if it wasn’t noble, and she was willing to accept whatever had gotten her out of that prison masquerading as a guest room.

“While ticking Cassandra off has its own appeal, that’s not really why I did it. I did it because I was disgusted by the idea that a vampire would turn on one of our own. She knew that turning you over meant death, a bad death. The slayers might have enjoyed torturing you, or experimenting with how quickly a vampire heals . . . they might have injured you over and over just for curiosity or a thrill before finally killing you. I couldn’t just sit back knowing exactly where you were. People don’t want to get involved, but how could I live with myself, you know?”

Sasha had no idea how many men lived with themselves. She also knew that Alistair was right. The slayers would have taken a certain sick satisfaction in torturing her, because she had been a slayer herself before she had been turned. She hadn’t made friends in the group either, because she had been living with Gregor at the time, and was emotionally on the edge. She had been a little intense, and the slayers on the whole had not liked her.

They would enjoy killing her.

But it still boggled her mind that Alistair would risk his life to help her.

“How old are you?” she asked him, curious.

“Three hundred and fifty-eight last February.”

“And you are British?”

He nodded.

Sasha turned her head to study him more closely, her injury making her wince in pain when she shifted. “You were married before Cassandra, yes?” He was the marrying kind, she could see that.

“Three times total. First as a mortal, and once as a vampire long before Cassandra.”

“And how did your vampire wife die?” she asked quietly, already knowing the answer.

It was confirmed when he pulled his hand out of hers, his lips pursing. But he did answer after a moment of silence. “Slayers. It was over two hundred years ago, though.”

“I am sorry. Time dulls pain, but it does not go away.”

“No, it doesn’t.” Alistair’s green eyes bore into her. “What happened to your mother, Sasha?” The words stuck in her throat, but Sasha swallowed hard. He had shared, she owed him the truth, even though it was painful and shameful to admit.

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