The Nightlife Moscow (Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Suspense) (The Nightlife Series Book 5) by Travis Luedke Page A

Nikolay?”
    Urvashi shrugged. “He’ll be fine once he changes. They are similar
to vampires in that respect. If he’s strong enough to change, the process is a
rebirth. His flesh will be made new again.”
    Aaron nodded. He’d heard this before from Ivan – after he’d
saved Katya, and made her a bloodslave. From Urvashi’s wry grin, Aaron
suspected she knew exactly what he was thinking. Time to change the subject. “How
are we getting into Dmitri’s mansion?”
    “It’s not really a mansion, though it looks that way from
the outside. It’s a fortress.”
    “You’re not helping my confidence.”
    Her finger tips slipped down around his waist as she moved
in to mold herself against him. She was wearing a black body suit and an ermine
fur coat. She might as well have been naked beneath the fur, for all the suit
hid of her lush curves. Her smooth sultry voice purred into his ear, almost a
whisper. “The wolves tried to waltz through the front door, thinking their
whore, Kristina, had paved the way. That was a trap. Now, without an insider,
the choices are limited. Unless we go in from the roof, we would need a battery
of tanks to get through Dmitri’s fences and walls.”
    “Renault’s not bringing a tank? Not even a little one?” Though
teasing, Aaron would much rather roll through Dmitri’s fortress in a tank. He
didn’t care for the idea of reenacting a Jason Bourne film with some bullshit
roof assault. Vampire he may be, fast, strong, and wicked vicious, but bullets
hurt, a lot . He still remembered the bullet Jamison had put in his
shoulder and the other bullet he’d taken in the Vegas desert, the same shot that
had killed Anastasia. He had no desire to repeat the experiences.
    Urvashi smiled and shook her head. They were going in
through the roof for lack of other options. Cuddled up against his master,
something she said struck him as strange. “What do you mean their whore? ”
    She sighed. “Katya never told you the story of Kristina?”
    “She said Kristina was her niece …”
    “Yes, but there’s much more to it. Over the years, Katya maintained
contact with her human family in Russia, mostly through letters. Some of them
know what she is. One of her distant family relations came to the pack for
help. Family drama, I guess. The wolf pack adopted the girl as their pet, a
cute little thing at the age of fourteen. Katya kept to herself in London,
visiting her great niece only occasionally. The girl grew up rather fast. A few
years later, before Katya knew what had happened, Kristina was banging half the
pack, passed around from bed to bed.”
    Aaron shook his head, smiling.
    Urvashi’s lips parted in a half-smile. “They are wolves,
yes, but still men. Don’t believe any of that ‘mated for life’ nonsense. The
girl didn’t mind the arrangement. She had all their affections, and they spent
money on her like a daughter.”
    “Sounds like something the mafia would do.”
    “This pack is old, Aaron. They come from a time when such
things were commonplace in Russia. They protected the girl as one of their own.
Everyone enjoyed her company, and it worked, until they recruited her to spy on
Dmitri.”
    Aaron already knew how this story ended, but she held his
attention, and he needed to hear the rest. “He made her a bloodslave, right?”
    “Of course. Dmitri surrounds himself with bloodslaves. Isn’t
that what you would do, if you had the chance?”
    “Hey! Don’t compare me to …”
    “Stop pretending.”
    His mouth opened in defense, but she was right. If allowed
to follow his natural instincts, Aaron would collect all the women who caught
his eye, and spend his nights entertaining them. It seemed to be the
thing he was made for, collecting women.
    “Sure, if Michelle wasn’t trying to hammer it out of me, and
if I was on my own, without you to answer to, something like that could happen.
But I do answer to you, and Michelle would never let me live in peace if I
tried to grab