Reborn to Bite (Vampire Shadows Book 1) by Mark Gronwald

Author:Mark Gronwald [Gronwald, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-10-25T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

Sabine stared at the dark wood ceiling over her bed. The exposed wooden beams gave the room a rustic charm that would have been perfect for a romantic getaway, but she occupied the bed alone. She understood why Trent had wanted to stay in a separate room with the witches, and hadn't wanted Sabine in their room. In his mind, she must be back to being one of the undead. Almost no pulse, fangs, thirst. She must have reminded him of those women vamps that had bitten him. She'd fallen asleep at dawn to the sound of his werewolf claws clacking on the floor in the next room, pacing while guarding Heather and Esmerelda.

She no longer heard their heartbeats or the clacking claws.

When her stomach grumbled and her fangs descended, she sat up and looked around. The bare wood walls of her room provided a fascinating background for an antique dressing table complete with Tiffany lamp, an ornately carved oak wardrobe, and an exquisite oil painting of a colonial-era landscape.

The room had two doors: one leading into a bathroom, and the other leading to the hallway. The window on the wall next to the bed was shuttered with heavy curtains draped on the sides. She pulled open a shutter. Darkness had fallen on the desert landscape outside.

She walked over to the bathroom, and checked her reflection in the mirror. She groaned at the sight of her untangled hair, which meant that she hadn't tossed and turned in her sleep. Great, death sleep again. So apparently the energy boost from drinking werewolf blood hadn't lasted this time.

She opened the wardrobe and checked her outfit. She decided to skip a bath, not sure that she wanted to be naked and vulnerable in a house full of vampires. She dressed quickly, putting her knives and sword away after checking the blades. She needed to track down her travel companions and make sure they were okay.

Just as she was about to reach for the door, there was a light knocking, and the door opened a crack.

"Sabine?" Shelby asked, peeking in.

Sabine drew her sword in a flash, and pulled the door open. She stared down the blade of her sword at the surprised young vampire. Shelby had changed into a cowgirl look: jeans shorts, bare midriff tank top with an unbuttoned plaid shirt over it, and cowboy boots.

"Where are Esmerelda and Heather and Trent?"

"Having breakfast, or I guess dinner," Shelby said, staring. "You have no pulse. And you're cold."

"I'm also thirsty," Sabine said, flashing fangs.

"Holy shit. You're... they turned you last night? Aren't you crazed with it? My first night, I went crazy."

"What? No," Sabine said, before thinking. "I was turned a year ago."

"But you-" Shelby covered her mouth with her hand. "You wore a cross. You walked on holy ground. You were warm. That's not possible." She held out her hands, feeling the air. "And you've got no aura."

"Well, Esmerelda says I'm not really a vampire."

"What the hell are you then?"

Sabine shrugged. "I don't know if there's a name for it.

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