Revenge Is Sweet by Misty Evans

Author:Misty Evans
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: demons demon hunters revenge reunion romance urban fantasy vampires witches shapeshifters supernatural paranormal angels slayers misty evans series
Publisher: Misty Evans

Chapter Thirty

The main floor’s weapons room was impressive. Most supernaturals had at least one type of weapon they preferred to carry that worked with their personal magic. Like me with Volante and stakes. The older generations preferred knives, swords, clubs and other close-combat defenses. Younger generations gravitated to handguns and assault weapons. Many took commercial grade weapons and endowed them with magical spells and special enhancements that worked on particular species, especially their enemies. Cole and his holy water bullets were a prime example. Two taps to the forehead or heart of almost any supernatural and you could take them out.

Because of Nudra’s East Indian roots and his age, I expected to find a room of ornate swords, thick daggers, assorted knives and archery equipment. He didn’t disappoint. Three walls of the rectangular room were filled with exactly that.

But the forth wall was decked out in military-grade assault weapons and munitions. Rifles, handguns, sub-machine guns, grenades, along with assorted range finders, compasses, video cameras and thermal sights that could be attached to the guns.

“What the hell?” Cole ran a hand over a black, tubular thing almost as long as I was tall. He stared at it like it was a thing of beauty. “Why would a vamp have a Stinger?”

“A Stinger missile?” Maddy said, eyes wide.

Rad lifted a similar weapon from its supports. This one was shorter, and he set it on his shoulder and looked through the scope with an ease and familiarity that made my skin crawl. “Not a lot of need for rocket launchers or surface-to-air missiles in Naperville, Illinois.”

My throat was healing from Toel’s abuse, but nevertheless felt too tight. “Nudra either had a weapons fetish or he was expecting trouble of the helicopter and tank variety.”

Corina stood off to the side, still doing her submissive servant routine. The other two blood slaves had disappeared. For good, I suspected.

“Why did Nudra have all these weapons?” I asked Corina. “Was the freak just really into weapons or was he expecting trouble?”

She bit her bottom lip as if at war with herself over whether to tell me the truth. Her master was gone but she was still loyal to the bastard.

“Rule one,” I snapped my fingers at her. “I ask a question, you answer it. Truthfully.”

“He was preparing for a war.”

I exchanged a glace with Cole. “A war with who?”

In the back of my mind, I heard Kirill correcting my bad grammar. I ignored him.

Corina shuffled her feet. “The Prince.”

“Of the Undead?”

Another head bob. “King Nudra planned to take out the other American rulers, then the Canadian and Mexican king and queen.”

Ambitious prick. “So he’d have North America totally for himself.”

“Doing so would put him on equal standing with the Prince.”

It was too bad the Undead didn’t rise up against each other and annihilate the whole kingdom. Would save me a lot of work.

A war of the Undeads, though, would spill over everywhere else. Innocent humans, as well as other supernaturals, would end up collateral damage. The Bridge Council would never allow that to happen.

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