The Vampire Gift 8: Shadows of Mist by E.M. Knight

Author:E.M. Knight [Knight, E.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Haven Publishing, Ltd
Published: 2018-05-07T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Dagan

Near The Crypts.

“Well, here we are,” I say, looking out at the edge of the great fortress looming in front of us, the one part of the Crypts that is clearly above ground and visible to all humans who might pass by. “I did not think we’d be back so soon.”

Beth gives me a muted look. She seems nervous.

Even though it is an architectural marvel, centuries old, no humans have dared come close to investigate it, because of their natural aversion to so many vampires in one place.

I still haven’t gotten an answer about what the hell those ominous black shapes that came out of the darkness were, the ones that forced me to jump in the river with an unconscious Beth in my arms. They play on my mind, but their unknown nature is much less important than the impact of the influence the ancient ones forced on me.

The one that makes finding Beatrice the absolute highest priority.

“You didn’t know about this way when you took over that outpost, did you?” I ask Beth.

She shakes her head. “No.”

“Not many vampires do. The tunnels from this fortress to the main heart of The Crypts go for miles. I don’t hold it against you.”

She shoots me an annoyed look. I give her a smirk in return, then continue.

“Right, then. There is a boundary line up ahead that is always watched. Once we cross it, the Crypt vampires will know we are here. I need you to stay behind.”

Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head. “What?”

“You heard me,” I repeat. “You stay here while I go in. I’ll quickly find something that belonged to Beatrice and come back.”

She stands up to full height. “I am not letting you go in there by yourself. Did you forget what happened to you in that intersect of the Dream Realm?”

“Of course not,” I sneer. “And that is exactly why I need you to stay. We don’t know if the King is alive or dead. If he’s dead—there’ll be mayhem. Of course, there’s the possibility that The Ancient has not yet allowed word to spread…”

“Logan is not dead,” she hisses. “My father is not dead!”

“Then it makes even more sense for you to stay behind, given what transpired between him and me so recently.”

“Dagan,” she tells me, “there is absolutely no way I am letting you go in on your own. You need me. I am the only trump card you’ve got. Logan is alive. Both of us know it, but we also both know he won’t exactly throw a grand celebration on your return. You need me to temper his anger. Besides—if it is as you say, and he’s practicing Blood Magic? Well, you’ll need a witch on your side to protect you.”

“I don’t need protection,” I growl.

She laughs. “Just because you took Logan on and won in the Dream Realm doesn’t mean you stand a chance in real life.”

“I don’t intend to fight him,” I tell her. “That would be a suicide mission.

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