Vampires of Moscow : A Dark, Funny & Sexy Urban Paranormal Romance Series (Blood Web Chronicles Book 1) by Caedis Knight

Author:Caedis Knight [Knight, Caedis]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lone Wolf Press
Published: 2020-10-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

There are still a few hours until closing time but I’ve had enough for one night. Konstantin has avoided me since the episode with Stepan and I’ve spent my time pretending to work but really mulling over the intel I got from my failed seduction. I need to look further into Rada’s cronies and why they may possibly want to steal blood from construction workers when it’s so easy to walk into a bar like this one and get your fill. And why would construction worker blood taste better anyway?

I’m starving and the club is emptying. I head to the changing rooms where I know there will be cake. I can’t remember the last thing I ate, and my headache still hasn’t gone since I woke up.

At first it looks like the room is empty, then I hear a gentle snuffle. Ansel, the dancer from Kazakhstan, is in the corner huddled in a ball on the bench and Lukka is standing over her so I can only see his back.

What the hell is he doing to her? Why is she whimpering?

With all my might I shove him to the side and grab Ansel by the shoulders.

“Are you ok? Did he hurt you?”

She doesn’t answer right away.

I swivel around to face Lukka. “If you hurt her, I will use that stupid gun holster you’re always wearing to choke you in your sleep.”

Lukka looks briefly taken aback, and I feel fear at the edges of my vision like a cold fog. Maybe threatening a murderous Vamp in his own club isn’t the smartest thing to do.

Then he laughs, hooking his hands through his gun holster.

“This is Supreme limited edition, little Witch. It’s not stupid.”

That’s what he got out of that?

Lukka continues laughing as he walks out of the changing room, the door quietly clicking shut behind him.

I turn back to Ansel and examine her for neck wounds or bruises.

“I’m going to kill him,” I whisper.

“He didn’t hurt me,” she says, her voice small. She’s crumpled on the bench like a wounded bird trying and failing to take flight. “He offered to help me.”

“Help you? With what?”

“With finding out who hurt Maxim.”

“You found him?”

She nods and her thin body starts to shake. I have the urge to cover her with a blanket, but that’s the last thing you’ll find in a strip club.

She closes her eyes and for a moment I think she’s praying. Then she speaks.

“His body was discovered this morning. It was completely drained of blood.”

Words fail me. I stare down at Ansel, the pain in her eyes is heart-wrenching.

The faces of that evil female Vamp and the guy with the tiger tattoo flash in my mind. Stepan didn’t trust them and neither do I.

I envelop Ansel in a hug and let her sob on my shoulder. I can’t say I’m that upset about the news, he didn’t sound like the nicest of boyfriends, but I also know what it feels like to lose someone. I squeeze her tighter to me, the entire time itching to find out whether Konstantin already knows.

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