Bound by Danger (The Alliance #6) - Brenda K. Davies Page 0,89

sweetness mixed in with the coppery taste of his blood. She expected to be repulsed, and though her stomach churned with the realization she was drinking another’s blood, she wasn’t as repulsed by it as she’d expected. No, instead, she discovered she liked it.

As the blood seeped into her system, strength flooded her. Her tension and the tenderness in her throat eased until she could breathe easier. When his blood stopped flowing, he removed his wrist from her mouth and bit into it again.

This time, Callie eagerly brought it back to her mouth.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Yannis watched his computer screen as he studied the feed from the cameras he’d placed inside the building. Rising, he walked over to the window, and making sure to keep himself out of the sun, he pulled down a slat on one of the blinds and peered outside.

The black SUV remained in the driveway diagonally across the street and a few houses down from where he stood. A matching SUV had pulled up to idle at the sidewalk. A man sat behind the wheel, but he’d hit a button to open the back door. It was raised and waiting.

His cameras revealed the hallway outside the woman’s apartment, but because he couldn’t enter her place, he had no way to see what was going on inside. However, he saw the human enter while his brother was outside, and he’d seen Lucien bounding up the stairs minutes later.

Another pussy who followed Ronan’s misguided lead trailed his brother. Another arrived soon after.

Now they were all up there, and he couldn’t see what was happening. Retreating to the couch, he studied the cameras as he tapped his foot and tried to decide if he should send in one of his spies.

He had them all up and down the street as he’d spent the past few weeks getting to know the neighbors. Many of them found him charming and handsome, and all those he’d encountered had come under his control. He would have preferred to kill them, but he realized he might need their help. He was glad he’d maintained his restraint; it would pay off.

He debated calling the little old lady who liked to walk her dog a couple of dozen times a day. Even as he considered it, she appeared on one of the screens with her decrepit looking miniature poodle.

The woman and the dog looked like they would keel over at any second. When the dog stopped to shit on the sidewalk, his nose wrinkled as she bent to pick it up with a blue bag that she slipped into her fanny pack.

“Fucking humans,” he muttered.

He didn’t bother to call and tell her to listen to everything and report back to him. The nosey, old bitch would do that without him having to tell her.

The other two vampires appeared on the screen as they stepped back into the hall. One of them carried a bundle wrapped in a blanket over his shoulder. Yannis had seen enough dead bodies in his lifetime to know the human was within those blankets.

“Tsk, tsk, big brother,” he murmured. “You’re no better than I.”

And it was Lucien who killed the human; he did not doubt it. Something happened in that apartment with the human, and his brother killed him.

It would be easy to get Lucien to join them if they had the woman, but Yannis didn’t intend for Lucien to survive this. He’d wanted him dead for centuries, and now that he had the opportunity, he would make sure it happened.

But first, his brother would watch him kill the woman. He didn’t know when his hatred for his brother started. It had always been there, a festering thing that burned deep inside him; it had been for his entire family.

He’d happily slaughtered his bitch of a mother who paid as much attention to him as she would a speck of dirt, his goody-two-shoes sister, and his overbearing, abusive father. His only regret was that his self-righteous brother survived.

He’d lost track of Lucien while he was trying to heal from his injuries. He would not make the same mistake now that he’d found him again.

He chuckled as he returned to the window, pulled down a slat in the blind, and watched the vamp emerge to place the body into the back of the waiting SUV. He closed the door, slapped a hand against the window, and the vehicle pulled away from the curb.

The little old woman stopped to gape at him, but the vamp didn’t