Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
A long moment passed before Maddox spoke.
“… Okay.”
That singular little word saw Ray lose his temper completely and hurl himself at Maddox with the intention of beating the un-living hell out of him.
Maddox was ready, as every younger sibling has been since the dawn of time, and though Ray was older and more powerful, it had been a long time since Maddox was easy prey. He caught Ray’s mad charge and redirected the momentum of his vampire sibling up and over his head, the result of which sent Ray crashing through the wall, tearing through relatively thin drywall to create a Ray-sized hole.
Gideon looked on with faint interest as Ray clambered back up to his feet in a way that was awkward for a vampire, but elegant for a human, while glowering at Maddox. “You’ve always been spoiled,” he snarled. “Always gotten away with things you shouldn’t. That’s why you ended up fucking a wolf. Perversion is the inevitable result of permissiveness.”
“You’re not my maker,” Maddox reminded him smoothly, in controlled and contained tones that only served to further rile Ray. “If you’d like to critique my upbringing, our maker is right there.”
Ray realized he had been insulting Gideon more than Maddox, and cast a shamefaced look over at Gideon. “I meant no offense,” he said. “But Maddox is out of control.”
“I’m not the one going through walls.”
“My boys,” Gideon purred. “I do enjoy watching you play, but Mad has business to attend to. Fetch your creation.”
“She will not be easy to find. She is roaming freely, entirely under her own power, not mine.”
“I made you,” Gideon replied. “So I know precisely how much power a creator has over his creation. Find her and bring her to me.”
Maddox nodded and left the room, leaving Ray behind too, still seething and desperately trying to argue Gideon out of what he perceived to be madness.
The truth was, Maddox had no means of summoning Candy. He had been telling the truth when he told his maker he had no control over her. He had no control over her, because he had not made her. It was simply the perfect excuse to get out of the mansion and out from the constant surveillance of Ray and his little minion Chauvelin.
Candy’s motivations were somewhat guessable, however. She had attacked Gideon, but not killed him. Mad guessed she intended on feeding on him the same way a goat might browse a tree, all but killing it, then returning later to nearly finish the job again. Few, if any trees could withstand those of the caprine persuasion for long.
He felt a great burden of guilt when it came to Candy and her family. She had wanted to reveal her identity to William, but Mad had told her not to. He’d stood in the way of a piece of the puzzle his pup had been missing his entire miserable life, and though he had done so out of the desire to protect him, it had caused a great deal of pain. In trying to protect Will from the truth, he had destroyed their relationship and made Will a reckless pawn easily manipulated by Gideon. He could only hope this new turn of events represented the chance to rekindle his relationship. Maddox had never stopped loving Will and would never stop loving Will. His passion and adoration were cold, but constant.
Maddox was deep in thought as he left Gideon’s chamber, which meant nearly tripping over the dark, short form of Chauvelin on his way to the front door. It became instantly clear that Chauvelin considered this an ambush. He had a particularly malevolent glint in his eye and the nerve to continue to block Maddox’s path.
“Remember when you crucified me and left me in a room of rotting bodies?”
“I remember,” Maddox said, his eye darkening at his inquisitor. “The real question is, do you remember?”
Chauvelin took an involuntary half-step backward, losing his nerve almost immediately. He had gotten brave of late by coat-tailing on Ray’s position in the house. “I have allies now. Powerful ones. I am the mate of the first begotten son of the Maker.”
Maddox smirked in an amused and almost pitying way.
“That excites you, doesn’t it, little Chauvelin. You think Ray has not taken lovers before you? You think he will not take others after? You think you are special by merit of who you rut?” Maddox laughed softly. “If you believe it was cruel when I crucified you, you are yet to understand the depths of Raymond’s depravity, and what he will inevitably do to you when he tires of your spineless bootlicking. You will beg for crucifixion, Chauvelin.”
Maddox took a bold step forward through Chauvelin, who lost the rest of his nerve and dashed out of the way.
5
“So. What now?”
It was midday. Lorien was asleep in the cabin, avoiding the sun. Henry and Will and Ivan were sharing some game they’d hunted and cooked over the fire. The world smelled like smoke and meat and Will liked it that way.