Wrenching Fate by Brooklyn Ann

Author:Brooklyn Ann [Ann, Brooklyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Vampires, Romance, Paranormal & Urban, romance series
ISBN: 9780615934907
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Goodreads: 19228226
Publisher: Broken Angels
Published: 2014-02-13T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

The rest of Christmas vacation wasn’t much of a break for Akasha. Razvan had practically moved in. Silas didn’t say anything to confirm or deny it, but she was pretty sure the other vampire was sleeping in one of the spare rooms in the secret lair under the house.

Her nerves screamed in exhausted frustration. She barely had a moment to herself, much less a moment alone with Silas to ask him how the so-called “investigation” was going. It was bullshit. Akasha had to change her schedule to work on the car during the day, because it never failed that when night fell, Razvan would be in the garage, watching her and pestering her with probing questions. Asshole.

“Where are you from?” he would ask, circling the car and the engine stand like a restless cat. “What do you remember about your parents?”

“I don’t know,” she’d repeat until irritation had her on the verge of snapping her wrench.

Razvan would then stare at her as if he were trying to read her mind. Akasha would break out into chills at his scrutiny, careful to only move the engine block when he wasn’t looking, so he wouldn’t see her unusual strength, though she longed to demonstrate it right on his fucking teeth.

To make matters worse, Xochitl and the band were completely under Razvan’s spell. Their earlier misgivings were completely forgotten as he gathered with them in the basement to watch and critique their practice sessions. Akasha asked Silas if he was doing any vampire mind control on them.

Silas was confident that Razvan wasn’t. Which somehow made it more frightening….and irritating.

Razvan was right about what Rage of Angels needed to work on. Akasha realized it when she saw the list of bands he’d made out for the group to research in surprisingly elegant handwriting. A lot of them she recognized as Max’s old favorites.

Xochitl, Sylvis, Aurora and Beau spent hours on the computer downloading classic songs and watching old concert footage, growing more inspired by the minute.

“What have you learned from your research?” Razvan asked them one evening in the tone of a renowned professor.

Sylvis approached him with a solemn expression and said, “I am deeply ashamed of my generation.”

Akasha rolled her eyes and lit a cigarette. Were all teenagers this easily influenced?

Sylvis finished her statement with a melodramatic sweep of her hand before she grabbed her guitar and began playing a classic riff. The rest of the band followed suit, playing Rainbow’s “Man on the Silver Mountain.” A reluctant smile pulled at Akasha’s lips. She hadn’t heard that one since her days in Max’s garage.

Akasha was torn between awe at their skill and near-fury with Razvan. Yet again, the son of a bitch was right. This was exactly what Rage of Angels needed. And the influence of Ronnie James Dio made Xochitl’s singing even more phenomenal. Razvan had been right about that too. Her voice now held more richness…and more power.

When the song finished, Akasha and Silas couldn’t help but stand and applaud.

“That was very good,” Razvan pronounced and the band beamed with triumph.

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