The Count of San Francisco (Valiant Lineage Book 3) by Lynn Sheridan

Author:Lynn Sheridan [Sheridan, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: No World Press
Published: 2018-06-28T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

THE AMBASSADOR’S TYPE

The ornate door lay on the floor, rocking gently from side to side. The Kid strode into the banquet hall, stopped suddenly, and then looked back at Val. A crimson pool stretched out from beneath the table. Guards’ bodies littered the floor, their golden armour shimmering in the blood. The Ambassador slumped back in his chair opposite George.

Val walked into the room as the Kid spun towards the table, stepping over body after body. He moved past the Ambassador’s chair, leaning on the spear sticking out the back. A groan seeped into the air.

He stopped and slowly turned his head. “Was that the Ambassador?”

Val crept towards the table. “It can’t be.” She moved towards his chair and leant on the table, examining his face. “He looks pretty dead to me.”

The Kid hid behind Val as he approached. Val rolled her eyes and put her hand on the Ambassador’s shoulder. She shook him. His mouth swung open, but his eyes remained closed.

“No, he’s definitely dead.” Val turned around, scanning the room. “Maybe it’s one of the guards. Come on, we better go.”

The Ambassador’s eyes flicked open as Val stepped away. His arms shot up into the air, grasping at the Kid. He let out a pained groan, revealing his bloody, crooked teeth. Val shoved the Kid back, knocking him onto the table.

Wine goblets and plates clattered across the floor as the Kid scrambled away. The Ambassador lurched forwards, jerking to a stop when the spearhead pressed against his chest. The Kid slid off the table and fell to the floor.

“You said he was dead.” The Kid jumped to his feet, glaring at Val. He turned to the Ambassador and then looked at Val. “Why isn’t he going after you?”

“Maybe I’m not his type?” She grinned.

“Val! Seriously, what’s going on?”

She pointed to her chest. The Kid rolled his eyes.

“No, not those, this.” She held up the amulet. “I took this from Agravain. It seems to make the wearer invisible to zombies. I think it works on vampires too.”

The Kid squinted. “Alright, let’s say I believe you. That doesn’t explain why the Ambassador is a zombie?”

The Ambassador let out another long groan and pushed forwards, the spearhead slicing into his flesh. He snatched at the air, reaching for the Kid.

Val stepped back. She swung her spear through the air, slamming the edge of the blade through the Ambassador’s neck. His head fell forwards, tumbled into his lap, and then rolled onto the floor. It stopped beside his chair where a golden goblet sat in a puddle of red wine.

Val gasped. “It’s the wine!” She tapped the goblet with her spear and then turned to the Kid. “Did you drink the wine?”

“No.”

“Did anyone else?”

“I… I don’t think so.”

Val hurried across the room, gripping her spear.

“What’s wrong?” The Kid rushed around the table, following Val to the back of the banquet hall.

“Aria had seen this symbol before.” She tapped the amulet.

“You think Agravain delivered some of the zombie wine here.”

“Maybe, but what if it’s not just Agravain.

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