Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 44804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“What about your current coven?” Part of me is intrigued, wanting to meet more vampires and hear their stories; the other part is terrified.
“They’re … vampires. There’s not much to say beyond that truth.” She stands up and heads to the door, opening it just before Vince enters. “You took your time, didn’t you?”
He only huffs a humorless laugh, each hand holding a coffee. Vince’s silver eyes find mine and he smiles, although it’s subdued. “Hey, Grace,” he says. Veronica may seem the same as she did before last night, but something has shifted in Vince. Something darker, something more careful.
Veronica asks Vince to give me my drink and holds the door open, telling me, “You can go now.”
“I was really hoping to talk to you a bit more.” Glancing between the two of them, I’m left feeling like an intruder.
“I’m happy you came to see me, sweet mate of my Alpha, but Vince will take care of me.” Vince looks up from setting her coffee on the dresser and gives Veronica a semblance of a smile.
“I’ve got her, Grace.” I feel the need to pry and protect Veronica, even if she doesn’t think she needs it, but something in me settles and I know that I can leave them be. Something deep inside me is telling me that Vince will heal her. He is her mate. As I head back to the east wing of the estate, I expect the knot to form in my chest, objecting to my leaving. I rub my chest as I walk back to my room, waiting for the pull, but it never comes.
DEVIN
“What does your coven want with the blood bank?” My hardened and blunt tone doesn’t seem to bother Veronica. Good. I’m glad she’s taken to her position in the pack easily enough. Unlike my mate, who’s still finding her feet and second-guessing herself. She’s doing well, though.
It’s not until Veronica answers that I realize my thoughts have drifted to Grace yet again. Even with treachery at hand and the threat of war, all I do is think about Grace. I’m an obsessed wolf.
“There isn’t nearly enough blood to sustain our coven. We don’t venture into human territory much and we don’t reside near wildlife.” Her nose scrunches in distaste. “More than that, purchasing blood from the Authority costs far too much for far too little.” Her sharp nails tap on the counter once before she adds, “It seemed wiser to go directly to the banks.”
“You have to order the blood for the coven?” It’s difficult to keep my expression impassive. Much about vampires remains a mystery, even to other supernatural species. So long as laws aren’t broken, they aren’t required to divulge any information regarding any aspects of their way of life. There are plenty of whispers, though …
“We don’t have to order blood. But most of the humans won’t sell theirs and like I said, our sources for acquiring it are limited.”
“What about having a personal …” I leave the remaining words unspoken.
“Drinking from humans? From their necks? It’s been outlawed, as I’m sure you know.”
“And your coven abides by the law?”
She swallows thickly, her gaze dropping for a fraction of a second before she nods.
“I see.” When I see him, I’ll be sure to ask Alec about the blood they sell to the covens. If they’re drugging blood from the humans’ blood banks, then I’m certain they’d be tainting the blood they sell to the covens as well. A tic in my jaw spasms. Thank fuck we don’t drink that shit, but Veronica might.
“And do you plan on drinking the blood from the banks?” I don’t miss that her body stills and tenses. “I need to know.” Not only for her protection; I need to be sure she isn’t a part of this scheme to poison other immortals. I’m fairly certain she has nothing to with it, but the way she glances at Vince and instinctively touches her neck where his claiming bite is, has my stomach knotting. As if she thinks being his mate will protect her if she’s a part of anything as fucked as tainting blood.
Drawing herself to her full height, Veronica responds loud enough for Vince to hear, “If you’d rather I didn’t drink from him—”
“Fuck that! What the fuck, Devin?” Vince’s aggression takes me by surprise but as always, my face stays expressionless. My eyes narrow as they meet his and he backs down, no doubt feeling my anger.
“I want her to drink from me.” His hands fist at his sides, but he relaxes them, reining in the initial indignation.
“He’s your Alpha.” Veronica’s hushed words seem to relax him a bit. As Vince comes closer, sidling up to the counter in the kitchen, Veronica’s hand gentles on his arm. The touch is light but meaningful.