Vampire Mistress (Vampire Queen) by Joey W. Hill

Author:Joey W. Hill
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Vampires, Horror, Paranormal, General, Romance, Fantasy, Erotic fiction, Adult, Occult fiction, Erotica, Fiction, Occult & Supernatural
ISBN: 9780425234181
Publisher: Berkley Trade
Published: 2010-01-15T05:00:00+00:00

16

DEATH Bringer. Grim Reaper. All the cliches, of course, wrapped up in the name he went by, a mix of the East and West. Daegan for black or dark, Rei for spirit or ghost. Black Spirit, Dark Ghost, or just Ghost. Lyssa knew his origins, the story behind how he'd gotten to be the Council's private killer, but she wasn't willing to share any of that. Apparently, no one but the Council knew who the guy was. He existed outside even the strict vampire hierarchy of overlords and Region Masters, somehow moving under their radar like a ghost in truth.

It stood to reason, because though the vampire world worked through power and control, they had an illusion of diplomacy to maintain as well. Because of the nature of the species, a vampire disappearing from sight for indefinite stretches of time rarely caused comment. Therefore, the Council at times found it more expedient to have the more embarrassing vampires in violation of Council directives erased quietly, rather than hauling them up in front of the Council for a public execution. Translation: Daegan was handling population control of the made vampires, like Barnabus, who'd gone off the map and could expose the vampire world to humans in a big, violent way. Less red tape and politics.

But something didn't figure, if only the Council knew about him. Barnabus had asked for Daegan by name. Did someone on the Council no longer appreciate his services? Or were they trying to test him in some way? He wondered if the realization that he'd been sold out had enhanced Daegan's fury, an additional undercurrent to his intense reaction to Anwyn's attack.

Gideon was even more cynical than Lyssa--and being more cynical than a woman who'd been around more than a thousand years was an accomplishment--and he could see rampant possibilities for abuse of that killing power. But what he'd seen of Daegan so far didn't gel with that. Cool control, clear-eyed and objective.

His lip curled. Freaking politics. There were vampire hunters, few though their number were, who'd tried to band together into conglomerates, and Gideon had shied away from them for that very reason. One of the few times he'd made the mistake of being a joiner outside his own personally organized cells had resulted in the complete snafu at the last Vampire Gathering. They'd been used as pawns of made vampires, and a lot of them had been killed. There'd been too many egos and players involved. No one listened, so no one realized they were walking into what ultimately could have been a death trap for all of them.

The rattling passage of the old man and his cart coming back stirred him. After his phone call, he'd remained against the brick wall of Atlantis, staring into space, lost in thought. The black cat was curled between his boots, sleeping, her purr a soft motor at the back of his thoughts. He didn't know how long he'd been sitting there, but at length, he rose, dislodging the cat.

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