Cast in Blood (Morgan Blackstone Vampires Book 1) by Michelle Rabe Page A
Authors: Michelle Rabe
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his breath.
“What?” she asked.
“I expected Nicholas to be here already. I didn’t think he’d gone as deep into the back country as I did,” he said, regretting it as Morgan’s brows furrowed, and anxiety flashed in her eyes.
“Maybe something came up?” she replied, knowing that Nicholas’s position as the Lead Enforcer often meant that he had to deal with emergencies.
The elder vampire shook his head, a slight crease appearing between his eyebrows. “It would have to be something he couldn’t find a way out of,” Marcus said, as he opened the car door. He stepped out of the vehicle as Morgan’s door was opened by one of her two Blood Sons.
"Cherie.” Christophe offered her a hand, “Do you think you can walk?” His accent was thicker than usual, which meant that he was either exhausted, not feeding often enough, or play acting. Judging by the dark circles under his amethyst eyes, unkempt blonde hair, and the off–the–rack jeans and t–shirt he wore, Morgan was certain it was exhaustion.
“I think so,” Morgan said. She turned, and took his hand as she slid out of the seat. She placed her free hand on the car door, in case she needed it for support. She closed her eyes and eased her weight onto her feet. Then it hit, the moment of sheer panic when she knew that both of her knees had given out. There was a split second of vertigo when she felt the ground was coming up to meet her. Then the world righted itself. She felt pressure on her forearm, and opened her eyes to find Christophe supporting her weight. Her Blood Son winked his way of letting her know that no one else would guess that he was supporting her.
Marcus watched Morgan and Christophe walk into the house. Charles paused by the door for a moment waiting until the elder vampire waved him away. The younger man shrugged, and a moment later the golden light from the house disappeared. Ignoring the muck and blood that caked his clothing, Marcus surveyed the yard. The heavy wrought iron gate had closed, and flood lights bathed the flower beds, leaving no place that an intruder could hide. He walked back over to the rental SUV and opened the back. A slight smile curled the general's lips as he began rolling up the heavy canvas tarp. That wasn't a bad idea; he thought , cleaning up blood is always such a pain in the ass. The humans have that nasty habit of asking too many questions, he thought, as he walked into the garage, and tossed the canvas into the incinerator. He closed the metal door with a clang before fishing out his phone. Marcus chuckled at the messages on the screen and made his way into the house.
“I just heard from Nicholas,” he said, as he stepped into the foyer where the three younger vampires were mingling. “He’d gone farther out than I thought. Apparently, he also ran into traffic on the way back, some kind of an accident. Maybe humans will eventually learn to drive." He shook his head and sighed. "They did invent the technology, after all.”
“And what was the point of this, Marcus?” Charles asked from where he stood near the entrance to the living room.
“That he expects to be back in about forty five minutes to an hour. Didn’t I say that?” the elder vampire asked his voice like a cracking whip.
Forty–five minutes to an hour , Morgan thought, feeling her throat tighten. It’s been far too long since I’ve seen him. I just wish it was under better circumstances.
“No,” Charles replied, with a soft chuckle.
“Bath?” Christophe asked Morgan, his voice a little more than a whisper.
“Please,” she said, choosing to ignore everyone but Christophe. If this weakness doesn't pass I'm in big trouble, she thought. A chorus of voices in the back of her head sang a round of sing–song taunts before coming together to remind her that the only way she could survive was with the doctor's serum. Without it, they told her; she would, at best be driven insane.
“Think you can
“What?” she asked.
“I expected Nicholas to be here already. I didn’t think he’d gone as deep into the back country as I did,” he said, regretting it as Morgan’s brows furrowed, and anxiety flashed in her eyes.
“Maybe something came up?” she replied, knowing that Nicholas’s position as the Lead Enforcer often meant that he had to deal with emergencies.
The elder vampire shook his head, a slight crease appearing between his eyebrows. “It would have to be something he couldn’t find a way out of,” Marcus said, as he opened the car door. He stepped out of the vehicle as Morgan’s door was opened by one of her two Blood Sons.
"Cherie.” Christophe offered her a hand, “Do you think you can walk?” His accent was thicker than usual, which meant that he was either exhausted, not feeding often enough, or play acting. Judging by the dark circles under his amethyst eyes, unkempt blonde hair, and the off–the–rack jeans and t–shirt he wore, Morgan was certain it was exhaustion.
“I think so,” Morgan said. She turned, and took his hand as she slid out of the seat. She placed her free hand on the car door, in case she needed it for support. She closed her eyes and eased her weight onto her feet. Then it hit, the moment of sheer panic when she knew that both of her knees had given out. There was a split second of vertigo when she felt the ground was coming up to meet her. Then the world righted itself. She felt pressure on her forearm, and opened her eyes to find Christophe supporting her weight. Her Blood Son winked his way of letting her know that no one else would guess that he was supporting her.
Marcus watched Morgan and Christophe walk into the house. Charles paused by the door for a moment waiting until the elder vampire waved him away. The younger man shrugged, and a moment later the golden light from the house disappeared. Ignoring the muck and blood that caked his clothing, Marcus surveyed the yard. The heavy wrought iron gate had closed, and flood lights bathed the flower beds, leaving no place that an intruder could hide. He walked back over to the rental SUV and opened the back. A slight smile curled the general's lips as he began rolling up the heavy canvas tarp. That wasn't a bad idea; he thought , cleaning up blood is always such a pain in the ass. The humans have that nasty habit of asking too many questions, he thought, as he walked into the garage, and tossed the canvas into the incinerator. He closed the metal door with a clang before fishing out his phone. Marcus chuckled at the messages on the screen and made his way into the house.
“I just heard from Nicholas,” he said, as he stepped into the foyer where the three younger vampires were mingling. “He’d gone farther out than I thought. Apparently, he also ran into traffic on the way back, some kind of an accident. Maybe humans will eventually learn to drive." He shook his head and sighed. "They did invent the technology, after all.”
“And what was the point of this, Marcus?” Charles asked from where he stood near the entrance to the living room.
“That he expects to be back in about forty five minutes to an hour. Didn’t I say that?” the elder vampire asked his voice like a cracking whip.
Forty–five minutes to an hour , Morgan thought, feeling her throat tighten. It’s been far too long since I’ve seen him. I just wish it was under better circumstances.
“No,” Charles replied, with a soft chuckle.
“Bath?” Christophe asked Morgan, his voice a little more than a whisper.
“Please,” she said, choosing to ignore everyone but Christophe. If this weakness doesn't pass I'm in big trouble, she thought. A chorus of voices in the back of her head sang a round of sing–song taunts before coming together to remind her that the only way she could survive was with the doctor's serum. Without it, they told her; she would, at best be driven insane.
“Think you can
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