Night's Templar: A Vampire Queen Novel (Vampire Queen Series Book 13) by Joey W. Hill

Author:Joey W. Hill [Hill, Joey W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781942122166
Publisher: Story Witch Press
Published: 2015-10-31T07:00:00+00:00

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Uthe slept deeply, but when he woke at twilight and found he was alone, a weight settled on his shoulders. He made himself sit up and used the adjacent water closet to wash up, get dressed. Turning on the overhead light, he studied the cot. There was blood on the sheets, and Keldwyn’s ejaculate was an additional splatter across the floor. He used paper towels to wipe that off the tile. The staff of the jet were second marked, used to cleaning up after vampires, but for reasons he couldn’t explain, he didn’t want them handling the remains of Keldwyn’s release. He passed his fingers over the bloodstains. Lifting his head, he saw a folded pile of clothing on the small chair in the corner. Keldwyn had left a note on top of it.

“So you blend.”

Unless Keldwyn could conjure textiles out of the air, and maybe he could, he assumed the Fae had brought the clothes on the plane. Uthe donned the brown leggings and a linen tunic with a belt and a small pouch. The supple skin boots were like those Keldwyn often wore. Helga had asked the Fae Lord once from what animal they came, because she couldn’t identify the origin. Keldwyn had deflected the question with an enigmatic smile, so it must be a trade secret of the artisans who made them.

It was probably vampire skin.

Uthe snorted at the thought and finished his preparations. Kneeling, he began his twilight prayers. He started with meditation, progressed from there to reciting paternosters, and then submitted himself to God’s will, praying to act in His Name in all ways. He paused then, holding off on the Amen.

“While I know our quest is of the highest importance, I pray that Keldwyn will not become a casualty in it. As your use of me draws to a close, I ask your protection for him, Great Lord, so he may continue to serve your purposes long after my departure from this life. A believer is not defined by his words or religion, but in his deeds. I believe his heart is firmly in Your camp. Amen.”

Rising, he clasped his fingers around the Templar seal pendant containing the sorceress’s magic. He’d considered putting it in the pouch, but he always wore it, finding comfort in passing his fingertips over the worn imprint of the two knights, and had decided it would remain safest on his neck. He also remembered Keldwyn’s fingers sliding beneath the chain, tugging on it, and didn’t wish to relinquish the sensory memory. He could always put it in the pouch later.

Pausing by the bed once more, he ripped a square of the sheet stained with the jeweled drops of Keldwyn’s blood, and tucked it into the pouch. Ignoring the whys of the compulsion, he opened the door and entered the main cabin of the airplane. Keldwyn was in one of the comfortable reclining chairs and reading a newspaper, legs crossed. A mimosa was at his elbow. It was such an unexpected picture, Uthe paused to take it in.

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