The Day Guard: The Metaframe War: Book 4 by Graeme Rodaughan

Author:Graeme Rodaughan [Rodaughan, Graeme]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: action, Thriller, supernatural, Vampires, Suspense, fantasy, paranormal
Publisher: System Zero Productions Pty Ltd
Published: 2018-11-01T06:00:00+00:00

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McCoy had pointed to piles of dark-grey blankets, then grinned and told them there was no ‘sissified,’ in-flight heating, before heading up into the cockpit.

Anton had watched as the other’s all grabbed armfuls of blankets. Peter had nudged his elbow on the way to the pile and said, “At least it’s not a boat.”

The aircraft had previously been a freighter. There were no seats for passengers, just a long open space with curved walls. With only six passengers in a cabin that could hold thirty, or forty at a pinch, there was plenty of room. Some minimal strip lighting had been installed on ad-hoc power lines taped to the main cabin’s ceiling, and there was just enough light not to be called, ‘pitch black.’

Anton picked up a thick wad of blankets and moved to the back of the plane. He wanted some space, he was still digesting the impact of Chiara’s revelation. Where did he want to go with this? His immediate reaction had been to support her, she’d needed it, and he’d given it, and yet - she’d betrayed everyone.

The war between the Ramp masters and the Vampire Dominion didn’t matter that much to Anton. They’d been waging it for five millennia, and what difference had it made? His goals were personal. Chloe Armitage had tortured and beheaded his mother before his eyes. His father had been abducted and was hidden as a vampire somewhere, suffering eternal punishment. Marcus Drake had paid the price, slain by Anton’s hand. There were only Chloe Armitage and her commander, Cornelius Crane to go. He vowed to do whatever was necessary to kill them both, only then, would justice be satisfied.

And one day he’d find his father too and end his torment. He didn’t like to think about it, but the only way he could ever deal with his father’s situation was to kill him. It was just another terrible thing that Chloe Armitage had forced him into doing. His father’s death would be laid at Armitage’s feet too.

A shadow separated from the gloom, an armful of blankets held against her chest. She whispered, “It’s too cold up front, have you got some room back here.”

Anton had made a cocoon of blankets, half underneath to shield from the cold deck of the DC-3, and the rest above. He moved aside, lifting the top blankets back to create space.

A dark-haired beauty slipped in next to him, her own blankets adding to the base and the covers. She whispered into his ear, “You don’t mind how close I get?”

Anton shook his head, his arm going around her shoulders.

She pushed up close to his body, leaning into his chest, and asked, “Would you really have seen her throat ripped open?”

Anton’s mind flashed back to the nightclub and the vampire who’d grabbed the auburn-haired Icelandic girl. “No, not really. But, I had to convince him that I didn’t care.”

“You were bluffing?” she said quietly, her right hand moving over his chest.

“The important thing was he believed me and threw her away.

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