Revelations in Blood by Patricia D. Eddy

Author:Patricia D. Eddy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: PageCurl Publishing

“Who…are…you?” The rasping voice from the next cell made her flinch, and that set off another wave of dizziness. Damn the drugs. Not long after Luigi had left, the vertigo had overwhelmed her, and she’d passed out for a time, coming to with a whimper as her stomach heaved.

Evangeline tried to sit up, retched, and then dragged herself to the small toilet, throwing up what little remained in her stomach before collapsing onto the cold stone. Her ankle throbbed where the chain clamped tight, and every time she opened her eyes, the room swirled like she was hurtling through the air with her little dog Toto.

“Who?” the vampire asked again.

“Evangeline Long—Angliatti.” She was not going to lose the bond she and Nic shared. Nor her identity. She wasn’t Luigi’s blood slave. She was the wife—and bonded life mate—of Nicola Angliatti, and she would escape and reclaim that identity if it was the last thing she did.

“Angliatti? Nicola?” A groan accompanied the man’s words, and Evangeline risked opening one eye, seeing him sitting at the back of his cell.

Slowly, trying to avoid pitching forward and smacking her face into the stone again, she pushed up on her hands and managed to prop herself up against the wall. “Yes. Who are you?”

Shit. Her throat felt like it was on fire, and the marks on her neck where Luigi had fed throbbed with each beat of her heart.

“Philipe Dumont. Or…I was.” With a sigh, the vampire dropped his head into his hands. Scraggly brown hair fell over his fingers, a hint of stubble along the edges of his jaw.

“Philipe.” Despite the drugs muddling her thoughts, she seized on his name. “You were on the Conclave. Bayard was your lover. Oh God. You’ve been here? All this time?” Panic had her hands shaking, and she pulled her sweater tighter, suddenly chilled to the bone.

“You know Bayard?” Philipe shuffled forward, his steps uneven as his own chain dragged along the ground. “Is he…they did not kill him?”

“No.” Evangeline pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to focus. “He was…protecting Nic—and me—until…Oh God. Sylvie.” The sight of her vampire guard being shot in the chest, the amount of blood pooling underneath her…had she survived? “I think…Bayard lived. I can’t remember…they drugged me.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks. Memories of her capture were blurry. After she’d felt the sting of the needle, her body had gone limp, but she’d been able to see for maybe a minute. A dark, stone alley. An idling car. Government plates. She’d gotten a very good look at those plates as they’d bound her wrists and ankles before shoving her into the trunk.

Then nothing.

Focus. Find a way out.

“Can Luigi…is he listening to us?” she asked.

Philipe shook his head, his nostrils flaring as he scented her blood. “My God. You smell like nothing I have ever experienced. Like a summer day.”

Eyeing the bars that separated them, Evangeline tried to scoot farther away. “I’m not your snack.”

Sinking to his knees, Philipe sighed. “I know. I am sorry for my behavior.

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