Redemption: A Custos Novel by Emjay Soren

Author:Emjay Soren [Soren, Emjay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-07-14T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

Preacher

I was out alone, not something that Leushus would be happy about. I stopped caring though the minute he opened that vein for Tavern. Each night since then had been spent the same, alone, searching. I wanted Angelo dead, I wanted Tavern safe, and I wanted to go on about this life and not look back.

I was following them after watching them leave the club we were in just a few weeks ago. The same club where I'd fucked her right there on the dance floor. I knew who they were looking for, and the disappointment each night didn’t go unnoticed. Tonight though, I had their routine down, and I wasn’t about to disappoint. If they couldn’t lead me to Angelo, then I would lead them to ashes.

I stayed behind as the four Nex stumbled from the bar with four human women in tow. They appeared drunk, but as an undead myself, I knew the act. I stayed back half wishing I could smoke a J before the fight, but no, I wanted to feel it all. Maybe it was a masochistic move, but I wanted the pain, wanted to bleed tonight.

I watched as the women laughed, and the Nex groped as they made their way down the street. We were close to Pikes Pier and though it was late, the place was still a madhouse. I knew the Nex would try finding a discreet alley way to kill in. I liked the idea more and more. Too bad it was them, and maybe even me, that would be dying tonight. My cell phone lit up for the hundredth time that night, but looking at the screen as it vibrated in my hand, I knew who it was before I read his name. Cash was bound to come looking if I didn’t answer soon.

As if summoned from my thoughts alone, a text message came through.

'Preacher if you make me sense you out I’ll kick your ass. Where are you?!!!!'

He would kick my ass if I didn’t answer, but what I had planned tonight could not involve Cash. He could seek me out no matter what, he was my Sire and that meant he could always find my essence.

Unless I was dead.

Hope he didn’t find a bunch of ash if he did try to sense me.

I would feel bad about that.

I shut the phone and put it in my pocket. I could hear the whimpers of the human women and the slurping of the Nex. Fuck, while I was distracted by Cash and his text they started the party without me.

I did love to crash a party.

I called on my own deceptive skills and started stumbling down the alley, singing an old Irish favorite that would tell them who I was long before I could introduce myself. “I just wanna be there. When we’re caught in the rain…” I stop, and watch for only a moment as they hear my favorite Irish tune, my calling card.

Might as well yell, 'How

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