Kismet Knight, Vampire Psychologist 3 - Dark Harvest by Lynda Hilburn

Author:Lynda Hilburn [Hilburn, Lynda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePub Bud (www.epubbud.com)
Published: 2013-02-03T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Ankh lowered Tom slowly to his feet, then bowed to Devereux. “Will there be anything else, Master?”

Devereux smiled at the tall vampire. “No thank you, Ankh. You may return to your post.”

With a tiny pop sound, Ankh vanished.

Ignoring Tom, Devereux nodded at Victoria, gliding over to sit beside me on the bed. He gazed into my Page 100

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eyes a few seconds before speaking. “I am glad you are awake. How are you feeling?”

I blinked a couple of times, waiting for his gaze to trigger the familiar fuzzy sensation in my brain, but it didn’t come. I still felt normal—whatever that was. “I feel fine.”

He smiled. “I am not attempting to alter your consciousness. I was merely scanning to see if your thoughts are still encumbered.” He nodded and reached out to stroke his hand along my cheek. “Your mind remains obstructed, but I am certain I will find a way to clear away the impediments.”

His calm confidence had returned. I wondered how he’d take the news that Hallow had, indeed, gotten through his spells and enchantments. I wasn’t looking forward to that inevitable conversation, so I kept the topic out of my mind as much as possible.

My gaze fell to his ornate golden robe and I grinned.

Devereux usually dressed in high-fashion contemporary clothes. Or his bare skin. I hadn’t ever seen him decked out in such wizardry or Grand Poobah-type raiment. There were no moons or stars on the fabric, but the neckline boasted enough gemstones to finance a small country. He was as gorgeous as ever, but it was certainly a different look for him.

Did he really sleep in such a fussy getup?

He matched my grin. “My robe amuses you?”

I opened my mouth to answer and was distracted by an intrusive, repetitive sound. We all turned toward the noise. Tom had crossed his arms over his chest and was impatiently tapping his foot against the marble tile floor. “I thought you said I had your attention. It would be common courtesy for you to speak with me for a few moments. I have a serious issue to discuss.”

Devereux lifted my hand and kissed the palm. “Excuse me, my love. I must attend to an annoying detail.”

So fast my eyes registered only a blur, Devereux grabbed Tom by the front of his shirt, hefted the shocked man into the air, and locked eyes with him. Tom collapsed into a Dr. Sex rag doll. Devereux growled, his voice low. “You forget yourself, Dr. Radcliffe. You are in my world now and you have no power here. You have been allowed to remain only because you are Kismet’s friend.”

Devereux closed his eyes for a few seconds and Zoë appeared next to him. He acknowledged her arrival and refocused on Tom, speaking very slowly, anger dripping from his words. “Doctor, I have a low tolerance for nonsense, and you are fast becoming a nuisance. My staff tells me you have been frequenting my club every night, asking questions and causing difficulties.

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