Blood Betrayal: A Blood Curse Novel (Blood Curse Series Book 9) by Tessa Dawn

Author:Tessa Dawn [Dawn, Tessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ghost Pines Publishing
Published: 2017-06-04T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

“Put your violin away, Kiera, then change into your robe.”

Owen’s heartless command snaked through Kiera’s veins like ice-water flowing through an old rusted pipe, making the vessel contract and groan. As her throat constricted, she stared at Travis Landin, standing at the edge of the living room, holding out the robe.

So they expected her to change right there…in public…in front of everyone?

She gulped, turned her back on Owen, and padded slowly toward the violin case.

The guests had arrived promptly at eight: a short, skinny, bald kid who Owen called Jon; two dark-haired muscle-heads who looked like brothers—Travis had greeted them as Mike and Nick—and a short, robust woman who dressed like a biker chick. The others referred to her as Rachel.

Four new guests, plus Owen and Travis.

Xavier was nowhere in sight.

As the vampire-hunters had entered the warehouse, Kiera had played her violin while Owen dimmed all the lights. Travis had followed behind him, lighting a stream of garish black candles, and carrying a bowl of putrid-smelling incense. And then the guests had changed their clothes, donning insane-looking, dark-hooded robes.

It had been like a scene from a horror novel.

The room had been cold. The air had been electric. And the hum of Kiera’s violin, playing one fiddling song after another, had grated like fingernails on a chalkboard: scratchy, discordant, and ominous.

And now, they just expected her to go along with this gruesome, insane, godless sacrifice.

Well, they would see about that.

Kiera tucked the violin away in its case, retrieved the tuning fork in the palm of her hand, and then slowly stood up and began to shuffle backward, heading toward the bedroom door…pretending to be too frightened to obey.

She didn’t have to pretend.

“Stop!” Owen barked. Then he nodded at Travis, and as expected, Travis strolled forward with the white terrycloth robe brandished in his tattooed right hand. The bloodred eyes of a boa constrictor, tattooed around his neck, seemed to stare right at her as the asshole approached.

Kiera sidestepped toward the decorative pedestal table and the statue of a hunter resting on top. She bowed her head in submission, and her muscles began to twitch in barely concealed anticipation.

Travis grinned, flashed his smoke-stained teeth in a parody of a smile, and his greasy hair fell forward into his eyes. Then he grunted and thrust the robe in her direction. “Take off your clothes, and put it on!” he ordered, licking his bottom lip.

Kiera almost hurled.

She inched the tuning fork further down between her fingers, prongs facing out, and slowly stepped toward him. As she reached for the robe with an extended left hand, she gouged him in the stomach with her right, directly below his ribcage. She drove her full weight into the thrust, then forced the fork inward and upward.

Travis gasped in shock, but she didn’t wait for his reaction.

She let go of the fork, twisted toward the table, and grabbed the statue in both hands. Then she brought it down over his head, like a baseball bat, her body whirling off balance from the force of the swing.

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