Phoenyx in Flames by Daisy St. James

Author:Daisy St. James [St. James, Daisy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-13T16:00:00+00:00

TWELVE

Hutton sat watching the vampire sleep. Sleep? Yes, that’s what it seemed like. He was sleeping and dreaming. It was absolutely fascinating to watch, and at the same time, incredibly worrisome.

Judas had fallen into a deep slumber after beheading the vampire assassin that had broken into the apartment earlier. It was interesting, watching how he had reacted to Jane being in danger. The bloodlust that had coursed through him was spellbinding. Nothing else was as important in that moment to the vampire, than to protect Jane, at all costs. It was as if he was tied to her somehow. As if him being there, at that moment, had been nothing short of divine intervention, but Hutton knew better.

Bowing his head, he ran a thoughtful hand over his trimmed goatee and grimaced. He had a vague inkling of where Judas may have come from and who had put him in Phoenyx’s path. The thought made his stomach turn. If this all-powerful ancient vampire was who Hutton thought he was, their problems were only just beginning.

Judas stirred on the bed, his eyes darting back and forth beneath his closed eyelids as they fought to open. Hutton was at war with a demon inside of himself.

He stared down at the large, angry tattoo on Judas’ chest. Was it truly his name, or was it a warning, that with a kiss on the cheek, he would turn on those closest to him? Was Judas truly a vampire suffering from some mysterious ailment, or a trojan horse, sent by those who wanted to take Jane from him––finally, after all these years?

He must have been lost in his thoughts because when he finally snapped back to reality, he found Judas staring silently at him, a thin sheen of sweat covering his skin. Hutton made note that it was no longer pink, and he cleared his throat lightly.

“You’re awake.”

“I’m awake,” Judas rasped, his voice hoarse and dry. There was no hint of an accent.

Standing, Hutton wiped the palm of his hands on his slacks. “You must be hungry––er––thirsty.”

The feeling of Judas’ eyes following his every movement made Hutton feel very uneasy. He cursed himself for allowing Jane to bring this monster into her home, no matter how docile he seemed. A vampire would always be a vampire. It was true, there were some non-practicing vampires, like Kassandra who refused to kill to live, but they were few and far between. The danger of Judas being here was immeasurable.

Slowly, he made his way to the refrigerator and pulled out a bag of blood that Kassandra brought over earlier, before leaving again to get back to the club. He felt the weight of the sack in his hands and sighed. The strange way that death could give life and life could sustain death amazed him. If there was a God, he was a cruel comedian of fate and circumstance.

He walked quickly over to the bed and cut open the bag for Judas, before lifting it to the vampire’s lips.

“Maybe you can unchain one of my hands?” Judas asked quietly, those unnerving eyes still watching him.

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