A Vampire's Thirst: Flint by A K Michaels

Author:A K Michaels [Michaels, A K]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-19T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Talon led him into the main house as he kept calling it, but to Flint it looked like a castle. Something straight out of Outlander, the dang show that Suzette had been binge watching lately whenever she could, and he’d caught her so many times that she didn’t even flinch now, just shrugged and carried on. And this building he was now in seemed right out of that show, except it was all fancied up and was modernized, obviously.

“Through here.” Talon led him down a long hallway and already he’d counted at least twenty men on guard duty.

They were a mix of Supernaturals, Vampires, Shifters and he also felt a few magic wielding guys in there too. Good. That gave them a wide spectrum of abilities to use and the more they had, the better their chances of success. He also felt their eyes raking over him, taking his measure as he passed by. Flint kept his face a cool mask of nonchalance, his head held high, shoulders back and his body loose, but his eyes roamed all around. Just in case. You just never knew if an enemy had managed to infiltrate so he was on guard at all times, ready and waiting for an attack.

He was a day-walker. Ancient and powerful, and they knew it. They’d be fucking stupid to attack him and expect to live, especially in the confines of the house. The fight would be over almost before it started, and it would be suicide on their part. At no time were there more than five or six of them in view at any one time, so that meant . . . no competition whatsoever.

Talon stopped in front of a pair of massive oak doors. Flint looked up, and up, shit, the doors must be almost twenty-five feet in height, arched at the top and spanned an opening of at least a good twelve feet. The handles were large brass lion heads, the color tarnished with age but both were shining brightly when Talon’s fist knocked three times then waited.

Shit, human ears would hear nothing from behind the heavy doors but they both clearly heard the low rumble from within. “Come in.”

Those two words communicated volumes to Flint. Confidence exuded from the voice, together with authority, power and dominance. In other words, he sounded just like Victor but there was a bite to the tone too which Flint hoped was down to what was going on and not the character of the man himself. He’d soon find out as Talon pushed the door open and stepped aside to allow him to enter first.

Flint strode in, finding himself entering a room that appeared to be a cross between a great hall and a library. It looked like it had once been the center of the building and indeed had been a great hall, with the ceiling reaching high above them and the new owner had transformed it into two distinct areas. One encompassed a library that

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