Cast in Blood (Morgan Blackstone Vampires Book 1)

Cast in Blood (Morgan Blackstone Vampires Book 1) by Michelle Rabe

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upgrade, that’s not even a smart phone, she thought before closing her eyes, as Marcus slid into the car started the engine.  
    “Where to?” Marcus asked, as he eased the car onto the road heading east.
    “The townhouse,” she answered, referring to the large home she and Nicholas had purchased centuries before, in the Garden District.  
    “Are you okay?” Marcus asked, frowning a little bit. I expected the blood to put some color back in her cheeks, but she still looks awful. Those bruise–like marks under her sunken eyes and that whole ashen look should be gone. Is there something more going on here than expected? Great, this shit ain’t gonna be easy .
    “Didn’t we go over this before?” she snapped, showing a minuscule amount of her usual fire as she spoke.
    “Yes. But I expected the feeding to have more of an effect on you,” he answered, eyeing her with a look of concern and doubt clouding his hazel eyes.
    “I still look like hell?”
    “Darlin’, no offense intended, but you look like you’re on death’s door. For a vampire that can’t be good.” He muttered the last under his breath, though he knew she’d hear it as if he’d spoken out loud.
    “I’ll be okay, I just want to rest until we get back to the house.” She lied. What am I going to tell him? That it feels as though the blood in my veins is trying to burn its way out?
    “Yeah,” he replied, before turning the radio on, letting rock music fill the silence. As Morgan’s focus drifted from the music to the fire moving through her veins, she was aware of Marcus talking on the phone, two conversations. He caught her watching him for a few moments before mouthing Charles’s name. She nodded and drifted away on a sea of dark waves.  

6 – NEW ORLEANS – SEPTEMBER 11, 2009

    A S HE GUIDED the SUV off the freeway onto the streets of the Garden District, Marcus glanced over at Morgan. She was dressed in hospital scrubs that were at least a size too big. Those aren’t the clothes that the boys said she was wearing when she went missing, Marcus thought. Gotta make it look good for the humans, don’t you? he thought. But that begs the question, what happened to those clothes? And how did you end up with those bruises?   Dark masses dotted what he could see of her flesh, many appeared several weeks old. You said that you went to ground a week ago. Why aren’t you healing? While he waited at a red light, Marcus took a longer look. Or did you get these after you woke this evening; before I found you? Maybe I should have pressed for more information , he thought turning his eyes back to the road. Something’s not right, I can feel it in my gut. The feeding should have done more. She shouldn’t be asleep. She should be healed, or at least showing some signs of healing by now, but nothing . Marcus’s thoughts chased each other, like a serpent eating its own tail. He eased the car into the driveway, and came to a stop, right in front of the door.  

    Morgan opened her eyes, as the car came to a stop. Golden light bathed the cobblestone drive, framed by a six foot high wall. The wrought iron gate closed with a whisper of metal against metal. She looked around, seeing flower beds filled with cheery chaos, explosions of color that only made sense to her gardeners, and made Morgan smile, as she felt herself relax for the first time in a very long time. On her right, red brick steps led up to the front stoop where several potted vines overflowed their confines, spilling to the ground below. The house was white clapboard with closed green shutters. The courtyard hadn’t changed since the last time she’d been here.  
    “We figured you’d be more comfortable at home. We can move on if needed,” Marcus said, as he cut the engine, and pulled the key from the ignition. At Morgan’s right shoulder, a golden light spread across the cobblestones from the front door, two long shadows appeared on the ground. “Strange,” he whispered under

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