Filthy Rich Vampire (Filthy Rich Vampires Book 1) by Geneva Lee Albin

Author:Geneva Lee Albin [Albin, Geneva Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Estate Books
Published: 2022-05-23T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

JULIAN

I hadn’t seen her move. Perhaps because I hadn’t expected it. My mother hadn’t been so riled up since her days as a suffragette. I blinked, straining to see the silver glinting at my Adam’s apple. My eyes flickered back to her. In the dimness of morning, her dilated pupils were boundless black. Yeah, I’d pissed her off alright.

If someone walked into the room, they might mistake the scene. Sabine, though much taller than most women from antiquity thanks to her vampire genes, stood a good foot below my massive frame. If she were a human woman, I could simply overpower her and confiscate the sword. But she was a vampire, and an angry vampire mother could decimate an entire city within the blink of an eye. Physically, she was as strong as I was, and she’d seen even more battlefields than me. More than one vampire female had brought me to my knees in my lifetime, but it had been centuries since my own mother brought me to them.

A slit throat wouldn’t kill me, and no doubt, she would love to put me out of commission long enough to see to Thea herself. That I couldn’t allow. I opened my mouth carefully so as not to jostle the blade, which despite its years, was still quite sharp.

Sabine hissed in warning.

“You will listen to me now. If you are past the point where reason will suffice, I will physically persuade you,” she said. Despite the anger seething from her, the sword didn’t move a fraction of an inch.

“Never spare the rod, my darling,” an amused but familiar voice boomed from the doorway.

I didn’t dare crane my neck to see who had entered, but there was no need. I knew the voice. I hoped the unexpected entrance of my father would distract her.

But her gaze, and her weapon, remained resolutely on her wayward son. “Nothing a mother cannot handle. Welcome home, my love. I wasn’t expecting you.”

It could have been two weeks or two years since he’d been here. I never asked about such private matters. My parents’ marriage was best described as volcanic. One always seemed to know when the other was on the verge of eruption and left until the ashes settled. As vampire marriage lasted longer than mortal unions, it was a matter of survival. Lesser unions had ended in bloodshed and beheadings. But as the sires of one of the oldest and wealthiest vampire bloodlines, they were committed to making it work. So far, they’d only gone to war with each other once, a couple hundred years ago. Most of the family survived. A lot of humans didn’t.

“Do I smell breakfast?” Dominic Rousseaux moved into view, tossing a worn leather jacket on the settee. I had a vivid memory of him doing the same with a battle-worn cloak and getting blood on the upholstery. Mom’s eyes narrowed as if she were sharing the same recollection.

I wasn’t quite sure what year my father was born. He’d never been particularly open about his life before he became a vampire.

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