Stormfront by Skye Knizley

Author:Skye Knizley [Knizley, Skye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Vamptasy Publishing
Published: 2017-02-05T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

700 West Fullerton, Chicago, IL 1943

Snow fell, lit by crackling lightning and flickering street lights that cast eerie shadows over the snow-covered road. Thunder rumbled overhead, so loud it shook the car’s windows and made Raven shiver in her coat. She hadn’t seen a storm so bad in years.

They parked in front of an old brick building and climbed out into the snow. The bitter wind seemed to slither right through Raven’s coat and pierce her skin, carrying tiny needles of ice with it. For the hundredth time in the last hour she wished there was a Starbucks or Dunkin, but there wouldn’t be for another twenty years.

The building was a six story complex with a flat roof and square windows. Three staircases led to separate entrances and a fire escape ran down the western side, a rickety affair that looked made from used plumbing parts. Two Embraced vampires dressed in suits and longcoats stood at the top of the central staircase, huddled away from the wind. Storm raised a hand in greeting and Raven followed him up the stairs.

“Detective Mason, Agent Storm, here on Archer’s orders,” Storm said.

“Aye, Stefan told us. I’m MacCandless, this is Rourke. This way,” MacCandless said.

The hallway was well lit by electric lights and looked as if it had been recently cleaned. The tile floor was clean and waxed, the walls painted bright yellow and the wood trim polished to a gleaming shine. An elevator with brass doors was set across from a set of matching mailboxes and a door leading to the stairs. MacCandless pressed the call button and leaned against the wall. Raven felt his eyes on her and turned.

“Are your eyes stuck? Maybe you should shake your head,” she said.

MacCandless licked his lips. “Not stuck, dollface. Why are you dressed like that?”

Raven shifted. “Like what?”

“Like that, in all the leather. You a dike or just into the scene?”

Raven’s hand snaked out to wrap around the vampire’s neck, tight enough to draw blood and make his eyes bulge. “I’m getting real tired of you Neanderthals. My name is Raven, I am Fürstin to a Mistress and you will show me the respect I’m due, Embraced, or Rourke here will be taking you home in a box!”

She shoved him into the wall to make her point and let go. MacCandless rubbed his neck and licked the blood from his fingers. “I didn’t mean to make you so sore, Fürstin Raven. Apologies.”

Raven turned away. “Not accepted. If I hear the word dike come out of your mouth again it will be the last word you ever speak.”

Storm leaned close. “Do you always make friends like this? What happened to blending in?”

The elevator opened with a soft chime and the rush of warm air. Raven stepped inside and unzipped her jacket. “Fuck blending. I’m tired of being treated like a simpering idiot because I have ovaries. Are you coming?”

Storm joined her and Raven looked at the two vampires. “What floor?”

“Third,” Rourke said. “Room seven, you can’t miss it.

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