Michelle Bardsley-Broken Heart Town 02 by Don't Talk Back to Your Vampire

Author:Don't Talk Back to Your Vampire [Vampire, Don't Talk Back to Your]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-10-13T15:41:03+00:00

"She's trying to make me feel better," I said. "But we've got problems, don't we?"

"Yes, Eva." He sighed. "Through our network of informants, we've found that the Wraiths are disbanded. No one has seen Ron in weeks."

"The hybrids didn't just show up. Someone led them here."

He nodded. "The experiments done on tainted vampires and captured lycans now are very much the same as those done during World War Two."

"You're saying it's no coincidence Nefertiti has revealed herself." Realization dawned and fear chilled me. "Her reinforcements have arrived."

"And they are quite good at avoiding detection. Other than the three lycans chasing you, one of them Faustus, there are no signs of outsiders." Patrick leaned forward and patted my hand. "If there is a war coming, you will be very much in demand."

"Just because I can talk to them and hear their thoughts doesn't mean I'll be of any use. I can't control them."

"Have you tried?"

I shook my head. I was reminded of my dream where the wolf cowered at my command. I looked at Patrick and saw the speculation in his eyes. "You think I can."

"For some reason the powers of Turn-bloods bitten by Lorcan are increasing exponentially. Jessica is quite good with her swords and with flight. She is also able, with some limitations, to appear and reappear. Usually it takes centuries to progress that far."

"I can see why I would be of interest." Damian and Johnny could use me to control Nefertiti. The Consortium could use me to hear the thoughts of the lycanthropes and Roma, maybe even to control unruly prisoners. And the bad guys could use me to control their experiments.

Nausea roiled and I pressed my hand against my stomach. Oh, God. I was in trouble.

"I know it's a lot to grasp," soothed Patrick. "Take a moment, if you need it. Your daughter is waiting to see you."

He rose from the chair; his smile was reassuring.

I sat up slowly and felt somewhat normal. The door popped open and there was Tamara.

"Hi, Mom!"

"Hi, honey. Your lips are doing something weird," I said. "Are you aware they're curling up at the corners?"

"Ha, ha. I can smile, y'know."

Since when? Had I worried her so much that she was trying to be nice? I preferred my darling sarcast (one who uses sarcasm) to this… this… "Jollier."

"Ah, better a jollier than a persifleur." She chuckled. "Nice one, Mom. Ten points for you." She sat next to me and patted my leg. "You gonna live, so to speak?"

"Yeah. How about you?"

"Think so."

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