Vampire Vendetta (Silhouette Nocturne) by Alexis Morgan

Author:Alexis Morgan
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Man-woman relationships, Vampires, Horror, Contemporary, Fiction, Romance, Fantasy, Supernatural, General, Occult & Supernatural, Paranormal
ISBN: 9780373618354
Publisher: Silhouette
Published: 2010-05-01T13:56:45+00:00

Chapter 9

Banan walked into his room and fought against the urge to slam the door. He'd already drawn Joss's unwanted attention when he'd stormed into the house and stalked right by her without saying a word. She'd had a lot to say, though, ending with ordering him to remain in his room. He was so damned enraged right now, he couldn't be sure that he wouldn't attack her.

Worse yet, he wasn't sure he'd actually win against the chancellor. She'd enjoyed a fearsome reputation in her work as an arbiter. More than one vampire had learned the hard way not to cross her.

Safe in his room, he stopped in front of the mirror and forced his image to appear. Still badly rattled, it took him several attempts to bring it into clear focus. Leaning in for a closer look, he stared at the purplish bruise spreading out across his lower jaw and up toward his eye. His hand gingerly pressed against his stomach, testing the extent of the bruising there, as well.

He knew one thing for sure: Seamus Fitzhugh needed to die--painfully and begging for mercy.

How dare that clanless low-life vampire lay a hand, much less a fist, on a Delaney? Anywhere else but here on this backwater estate, Banan would've summoned the chancellors to drag the medic away in chains. Even that wouldn't be enough to assuage Banan's wounded pride.

No, he wanted Seamus staked out where the morning sun would find him. He played the scene out in his head, savoring the imagined screams and the scent of smoke as the scum slowly caught fire, smoldering at first and then burning brightly until his lungs exploded and the dying vampire could scream no more.

Oh, yeah, that would be so sweet, however unlikely. Gone were the days when the vampires could execute their enemies without due process. He doubted the North American Coalition would think that a few well-placed punches would warrant a death penalty. However, money in the right hands could still purchase justice. He added that to the list of things he needed to take care of once he got back to civilization.

To that end, he pulled out his duffel and began packing so that he could start for the gate as soon as the sun set. Once that was done, he popped open a few more bags of Rafferty's blood supply, concentrating on using up the rarer, and therefore more expensive, vintages. The extra pack or two would go a long way to healing his injuries while he slept.

As he turned out the lights and stretched out between the cool sheets, he thought back through the day's events. He was almost certain he'd heard a baby cry at the infirmary. Better yet, the noise had come from the direction of the medic's private quarters, not from one of the examination rooms.

It also occurred to him that Seamus's attack had been over-the-top savage if all Banan had done was startle him. Normally, a vampire didn't succumb to such blind rage unless he was defending something that really mattered to him.

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