Page of Swords (The Demon's Apprentice Book 2) by Ben Reeder

Author:Ben Reeder [Reeder, Ben]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Irrational Worlds
Published: 2015-02-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14 Tuesday Morning (Two days left)

~ Every mortal has a weakness. Exploit their frailties whenever you can, and never let them forget that the vampyri are in every way superior to them. ~ Radu cel Frumos, 1471

My head hurt. And my mouth felt like someone had laid ten year-old carpet on my tongue two days ago. And I was blindfolded. Again. This shit was getting old. I turned my head and tried to get my bearings, and figured out I was upside down. My feet felt like they were tied together, and my hands were held behind my back by something rough, probably hemp rope, if I was any judge. The carpet feel on my tongue felt like it belonged to some kind of cloth shoved into my mouth. Great, blindfolded, bound, and gagged. Either the people who had knocked us out knew I was a mage, or they didn’t want me to see them. I pretty much counted on the first, given the way the past few days had been going. The other I hoped for, since people really only care if you can see them if they’re afraid you’ll be able to ID them later. That meant there would probably be a later for me. If I was right.

Other sensations started to make it into my little bubble. First was the smell. Blood, animal crap, and death. My guess was a slaughterhouse. There were a lot of empty ones near the railroad tracks and the Southtown docks. No matter how long it had been, the stench of death never seemed to leave them completely. My father owned a couple for disposal of the occasional inconvenient corpse. I figured it was the “in” thing among the well-to-do scumbags.

Rats scurried around somewhere, and I heard the blare of a train horn somewhere off to my right. I heard the creak of ropes, and counted at least two beside the one wrapped around my ankles. There was a whisper of conversation, then the chirping flutter of wings. Our hosts had just revealed themselves.

“Detective Collins,” I heard a familiar voice croon. Darth Fedora. “How good of you to finally join us. Do you know why you are here, detective?” He clipped the last word into a mocking note.

Collins turned the air blue when he told him what he could go do with himself.

I heard the smack of skin on skin, and the grunt of pain that told me Collins had just been slapped.

“I didn’t think so. Your kind rarely understand anything.”

“My kind?” Collins growled.

“Yes . . . mortals. Especially the unenlightened. You are about to be awakened, cowan. There is more to the world than your science can imagine. My Master is that which makes the dark so terrifying to you. He is vampyr, nosferatu, all that you fear beyond the grave. And he is displeased with your meddling.”

“So have his lawyer sue my ass,” Collins said.

That earned him another slap, this one loud, probably harder.

“He is above your laws. You will not speak again.

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