Blood Trial Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #1) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,51
long jet-black hair cracked a grin. “You want to be safe from him?”
I’d never hated anyone more in my life. I abhorred Kyros. “Yes.” Thankfully I was too shell-shocked to spit the word.
The vampire shot the other bodyguard an amused look. “Turns out the avoidance isn’t one-sided.”
Kyros had kept his gaze on the ground since the other two vampires ripped him away. Now, he lifted his eyes to where I cowered in the corner. A shadow flickered over his face, and I shuddered at the sight.
“Gerome, Lionel, I need the two of you to get out of her room or I’ll attack you,” Kyros said, his voice edged with the promise of violence.
The one with a shaved head hesitated. “Are you sure, brother?”
“Leave, Lionel,” he roared.
I screamed at the sound. I couldn’t help it. Panic seized in my throat. My hands still gripped my head, and I squeezed my eyes shut. “Everyone get the fuck out!”
In a beat, I was standing in the middle of the bed. I picked up the closest pillow and launched it at the trio. “Get out. All of you.”
Kyros caught the pillow, his expression impassive. It didn’t stop me launching another pillow missile which landed at his feet.
“Not a bad view,” Jet Black said, folding his arms as he watched me.
… Reminding me I was in my underwear. My hand dropped to my sides as I glanced around for my discarded towel.
He continued. “If you’re not going to try your luck, brother, mind if I have a go?”
Plaster exploded.
I dropped to the bed, covering my head. The explosion of plaster didn’t stop, and after a few ragged breaths, I peeked over my arms to find the source.
Kyros had attacked Jet Black. He’d tackled his brother through the front wall, leaving hardly any of it behind.
No.
Absolutely not.
Fighting vampires was where I drew the fucking line. The males moved in a blur, smashing through the walls and doors that I knew one misplaced blow would end my life.
I wanted to live.
I would live through this.
Hopping off the bed, I wobbled on weak legs to the bathroom to wait out their fight. Closing the door, I caught sight of my stricken expression in the mirror. Sighing and ignoring the shouting and snarling outside, I crossed to the shower.
Might as well start my sanity routine all over again.
13
I belted out “Hands to Myself” alongside Selena Gomez.
Kyros’s tantrum had destroyed two of the four walls of my first room. When I left the bathroom a couple of hours after his impromptu visit, the three males were gone and the female guard calmly escorted me to new quarters. The short march down the hallway had confirmed that this level of the tower was a hotel of sorts or filled with small apartments. This room was the mirror image of my last one.
After all the excitement and about three showers, I’d slept most of the last twenty-four hours. Then, I twiddled my thumbs for a time in an attempt to be a good prisoner.
I wasn’t used to sitting still.
A few hours earlier, boredom drove me to turn on the TV. Unfortunately for my neighbours—if I had any—I’d found a top hits music channel with subtitles. I did pretty well resisting the urge to sing along until Queen came on.
If those fang fuckers were going to leave me in here for another day and a half, it would be spent in the spiritually healing activity known as karaoke.
I glanced at the alarm clock as my buddy Selena finished up and the channel introduced the theme of the next half an hour.
11:00 p.m.
Phew, time flew when I had Avril Lavigne, Muse, and Destiny’s Child for company.
The piano intro for “Let it Go” came on, and I squealed, lifting my shampoo mic to my mouth.
I had a secret crush on Frozen.
I sang at the top of my lungs through the first verse and entered the chorus with gusto.
The hairs on the nape of my neck rose and I choked back the next line.
I wasn’t alone.
Suspecting Kyros, I whirled.
Angelica stood in the doorway. Her mouth was pursed, and her arms folded as she leaned against the framing.
I narrowed my eyes as her lips twitched.
Her voice strained. “I think that ‘I’m a Survivor’ was your best cover.”
She was laughing at me. Which was okay. I only sang to cheer myself up. I wasn’t one of those cool kids that practiced all week to wow crowds on a Friday night.