Good Vampires Go to Heaven: A Deadly Angels Book by Sandra Hill

Author:Sandra Hill [Hill, Sandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2016-11-28T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 13

They were a sight to behold . . .

Regina waited with Zeb on the lawns in front of the castle where nine hundred or so vangel warriors had gathered. Mostly male, but there were some female vangel soldiers, as well, Regina included. A hundred vangels remained on Grand Key Island where they provided defensive security for Sigurd’s and Ivak’s families. Both men were here now, but Sigurd would return to the island shortly.

Yes, nine hundred was a large number of bodies, but the fields surrounding the Transylvania castle covered several acres, and some of the vangels had arrived only this morning. Despite the appearance of disarray, or one huge crowd, there were prearranged military groupings, based on a vangel interpretation of army rankings. Today, Vikar, Ivak, Trond, Mordr, Harek, Cnut, Jogeir, Sigurd, and Karl would act as generals. Under them would be captains, and lieutenants/soldiers. Regina and Zeb would be captains serving under Jogeir.

It was a huge clearing, mostly grass, on the flat top of the mountain, not unlike the motte and bailey castles of old. The man who’d built this castle, an eccentric lumber baron, must have spent a mint just leveling this area.

The vangels, regardless of rank, wore long black cloaks over their apparel, whether it be denims or tight braies. Easier to hide weapons that way. And they were all heavily armed. And all of them had elongated fangs, a reflex preparatory to battle. Some of them had braided their hair, or beards, in the old Viking style. Some had even put temporary tattoos on their faces and arms. At least, she thought they were temporary. Mike would have a fit over body embellishments like that, considering it another sign of Viking vanity.

She could only imagine what they must look like from above. A huge flock of ravens, about to take wing. Although there was not a wing in sight.

And Regina fit in perfectly. She had chucked her demure gown, after Zeb’s teasing, and wore a black turtleneck shirt tucked into black jeans which were tucked into black ankle boots. Her wild red hair, the bane of her appearance, in her opinion, was twisted into a tight braid and wrapped around her head in a coronet. Being adept with knives, she had an assortment sheathed in specially sewn inner pockets, along with her compact M11 Sig Sauer, and a few throwing stars. She’d never been very good with swords.

Zeb, of course, had no hair to braid, and he was concerned about reflections on his bald pate. So he camouflaged it with dirt and fireplace soot. He, too, wore the long vangel cloak over black attire, in his case black T-shirt, black jeans, and black athletic shoes. He carried a sword as well as a foldable AK-47. Extra mags holding up to thirty bullets each were stored in specially designed pouches of the chest rig he wore. In other words, he looked hot, as in sexy as hell. Like a bald Magic Mike would look in vangel attire.

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