The Cold Kiss of Death by The Cold Kiss of Death (mobi)

Author:The Cold Kiss of Death (mobi)
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2010-11-05T23:36:39.291000+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Leicester Square was an assault on the ears and eyes: voices high-pitched with excitement, the slap of shoes on the pavement, the background rumble of late-night traffic and bursts of music from the bars, bright lights reflecting myriad colours in the wind-ripped puddles, damp air chill against my skin. The evening tourists and party-going crowds parted around us as water flows around a boulder in a rushing stream, not even registering we were there - Malik’s mind-tricks at work. He closed his eyes, lifted his chin and sniffed the air, checking for vamps.

I’d left my jacket back at HOPE and now I shivered in the cold October wind that rustled through the trees in the central garden. As I stuck my hands in my jean pockets I told myself it was the wind causing my jitters, not the prospect of going in to play games with a nightclub full of suckers. Still, at least I’d be out of reach of the dryads, or any other fae; no fae would be reckless enough to enter a vamp club without some sort of guarantee of safety - and mine was the silent vamp standing next to me. I took a steadying breath and scoped out our destination.

The Blue Heart had started life as a multi-screen cinema before the vamps turned it into the hot-spot for meeting the fanged A-list celebs. Two-foot high silver letters stood over the entrance, with the ‘A’ in ‘HEART’ replaced by the club’s blood symbol: a large heart in blue neon that pulsed like it was alive. A huge screen mounted above the letters (a new addition since my last visit) was showing a close-up of Bobby’s face set in his trademark Mr October expression, all smoky eyes and sulky, sexy lip-quirk. Meet Mr October on All Hallows’ Eve in the Starlight Lounge scrolled in blood-red script across his face, followed by sold out. The screen switched to a dozen grinning Bella Lugosi lookalikes in full evening attire under a slowly spinning mirrored ball - Fangs for the Memory presents: The count’s Hallowe’en ball ~ tickets still available.

‘Doesn’t look like the ballroom dancing crowd are too keen,’ I said, looking back at Malik.

He was staring at the entrance. There was a stillness about him, almost as if he wasn’t there, as if he didn’t exist.

‘Earth to Malik,’ I waved a hand in front of his face.

The slight line between his brows deepened. ‘Genevieve, we should go in now.’

‘What?’ My pulse skittered into my throat. ‘No, just wait a minute; I thought you wanted me to change into Rosa.’

‘There are private rooms inside the club.’ Malik caught the back of my elbow and started guiding me towards the entrance.

I tugged my arm from his. ‘Hold up. I’m going to need clothes too - the shirt’s okay, but’ - I tapped my thighs - ‘these jeans are way too small for Rosa.’

‘There are any number of costumes inside for you to choose from, Genevieve.’

Costumes? He had to be kidding, didn’t he? I shoved the thought away.

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