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Authors: Susanna Shore
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Tom?"
Gemma smiled. "He’s on his honeymoon."
The vampire warriors both halted mid-step. Then they burst out laughing.
The day had taken a turn from gruesome to bizarre. A far cry from the tedium, solitude, and repetitive manual labour Gemma had imagined her week would be filled with. The warriors now baffled her more than they frightened. Never in her life could she have imagined they would be so … normal. They were likeable even, once the male grandstanding had ended.
The fight had shaken her. It had been brutal, but that hadn’t been the worst of it. Her Rider had found it exciting, and had goaded her to join in. Fear and the thrill of the fight had filled her system with adrenaline, making it difficult for her to resist its demands. So she had ended the fight, the only solution she had been able to come up with. Only after she had poured the water on the men did it occur to her that it hadn’t necessarily been the wisest action to take. It had worked, though, and it didn’t look like the men would resume hostilities.
It didn’t mean they would lower their guards. Kieran was tense, his attention on the vampires. He walked between her and the vampires, a place he had assumed from the start, protecting her. Every time the uneven path made their formation fluctuate, forcing a row of four to turn into a line and back to a row again, she found herself being steered to one side of the path with the warriors on the other. It was like being herded by a helpful sheepdog.
He reminded her of her wolf friend who had always strived to make her feel safe, but he was different as well. For one, Kieran was not a tame dog. If she hadn’t already known it, the fight would have made it clear. He would do anything to protect himself, his clan—and her.
"So … how do you know Tom?" Ordinary vampires didn’t usually associate with the Circle.
Nicholas shrugged. "We’ve seen each other around. At the races, mainly." Epsom hosted a race course and Tom had always loved going there, so it made sense.
Kieran smiled. "Perhaps your notion of gambling debts is correct after all."
"I wish." It would make all of this more understandable.
"Tom isn’t exactly a gambling man," Nicholas noted. "And it wouldn’t explain why our sheep were killed as well. So, who is it he’s married then?"
"I have no idea." It was starting to gall her she had to admit it.
"Not very close, are you?"
The question hurt, more so because it was true. But they had been close once, especially after their father died. They’d only had each other. "I live in London." It was as good an explanation as any.
The kill site didn’t smell as horrible as it had now that the carcasses were gone. There was nothing much to see though, as tracks and footprints covered the traces. The warriors studied everything with keen eyes anyway. "You tracked the killers?" Jasper asked Kieran.
"Yes. They headed north and got into a car at the Old Mill Road."
"Fuck."
The warriors walked farther away to get a better scent. When they returned, Kieran asked, "Are they the same wolves as at your place?"
Jasper nodded. "Yes. And it seems they came to our farm first, then here, travelling in the wolf form."
"All the way from Ewell?" Crimson Circle was technically a secret organisation, but all vampires knew where they were located.
"No, it was on one of our smaller farms, less than five miles from here."
"Why would strange wolves come here and target two farms owned by vampires?" Gemma asked.
Kieran sneered and the anger that seemed to constantly simmer in him surfaced. "Isn’t it obvious? They want to cause ill will between us. And they succeeded."
"Hey, we already apologised," Jasper said defensively.
"But why would anyone want that?" This really didn’t make any sense to her.
"There are people who would prefer the Circle’s attention to be otherwise engaged," Nicholas said.
"Who?" Kieran demanded sharply.
Jasper sneered. "You don’t need to know that."
Kieran
Gemma smiled. "He’s on his honeymoon."
The vampire warriors both halted mid-step. Then they burst out laughing.
The day had taken a turn from gruesome to bizarre. A far cry from the tedium, solitude, and repetitive manual labour Gemma had imagined her week would be filled with. The warriors now baffled her more than they frightened. Never in her life could she have imagined they would be so … normal. They were likeable even, once the male grandstanding had ended.
The fight had shaken her. It had been brutal, but that hadn’t been the worst of it. Her Rider had found it exciting, and had goaded her to join in. Fear and the thrill of the fight had filled her system with adrenaline, making it difficult for her to resist its demands. So she had ended the fight, the only solution she had been able to come up with. Only after she had poured the water on the men did it occur to her that it hadn’t necessarily been the wisest action to take. It had worked, though, and it didn’t look like the men would resume hostilities.
It didn’t mean they would lower their guards. Kieran was tense, his attention on the vampires. He walked between her and the vampires, a place he had assumed from the start, protecting her. Every time the uneven path made their formation fluctuate, forcing a row of four to turn into a line and back to a row again, she found herself being steered to one side of the path with the warriors on the other. It was like being herded by a helpful sheepdog.
He reminded her of her wolf friend who had always strived to make her feel safe, but he was different as well. For one, Kieran was not a tame dog. If she hadn’t already known it, the fight would have made it clear. He would do anything to protect himself, his clan—and her.
"So … how do you know Tom?" Ordinary vampires didn’t usually associate with the Circle.
Nicholas shrugged. "We’ve seen each other around. At the races, mainly." Epsom hosted a race course and Tom had always loved going there, so it made sense.
Kieran smiled. "Perhaps your notion of gambling debts is correct after all."
"I wish." It would make all of this more understandable.
"Tom isn’t exactly a gambling man," Nicholas noted. "And it wouldn’t explain why our sheep were killed as well. So, who is it he’s married then?"
"I have no idea." It was starting to gall her she had to admit it.
"Not very close, are you?"
The question hurt, more so because it was true. But they had been close once, especially after their father died. They’d only had each other. "I live in London." It was as good an explanation as any.
The kill site didn’t smell as horrible as it had now that the carcasses were gone. There was nothing much to see though, as tracks and footprints covered the traces. The warriors studied everything with keen eyes anyway. "You tracked the killers?" Jasper asked Kieran.
"Yes. They headed north and got into a car at the Old Mill Road."
"Fuck."
The warriors walked farther away to get a better scent. When they returned, Kieran asked, "Are they the same wolves as at your place?"
Jasper nodded. "Yes. And it seems they came to our farm first, then here, travelling in the wolf form."
"All the way from Ewell?" Crimson Circle was technically a secret organisation, but all vampires knew where they were located.
"No, it was on one of our smaller farms, less than five miles from here."
"Why would strange wolves come here and target two farms owned by vampires?" Gemma asked.
Kieran sneered and the anger that seemed to constantly simmer in him surfaced. "Isn’t it obvious? They want to cause ill will between us. And they succeeded."
"Hey, we already apologised," Jasper said defensively.
"But why would anyone want that?" This really didn’t make any sense to her.
"There are people who would prefer the Circle’s attention to be otherwise engaged," Nicholas said.
"Who?" Kieran demanded sharply.
Jasper sneered. "You don’t need to know that."
Kieran
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