Don't Touch My Men - Helen Scott Page 0,29
of… I almost hit you,” I growled at my sister.
“But you didn’t, and I knew you wouldn’t, just like I knew you’d come. Where’s everyone else?” she asked, her eyes darting about and seeing too much already.
“It’s complicated. It’s just me.”
“Fuck, Grim, you could’ve died!”
“Yeah, so could you, which was why I came in the first place!”
A throat cleared behind us, and I saw Fang leaning against the doorframe. I had to blink a few times to understand what I was seeing. The vamp looked more than a little worse for wear. It was enough to make me wonder what exactly had gone on before I got there. “Thank you for coming, hunter,” he said, his voice raspy and weak.
“What the fuck is wrong with him?” I asked as I looked over at Adelle.
“How many did you encounter?” she asked sidestepping the question.
“I don’t know, seven, eight maybe?”
“Most of the coven went rabid. It’s just Fang, a few of his guards, and me left. He fought most of them off. Killed vamps he’d turned. It’s been a long couple of days.”
“You should have called as soon as everything started going south,” I grumbled.
“I did. We’d been handling them up until that point, but Fang got injured fairly badly, and I can’t stand up to vamps on my own. Plus, his guards were more concerned with keeping us alive than killing those that were left.”
“Speaking of those that are left, there’s one that I just took a limb off that’s in a room that’s all red and lacy. I didn’t want to kill if I didn’t have to, since I wasn’t sure what turned them rabid.” I shrugged.
“I appreciate the gesture, but I believe those of my children that turned will not be salvageable. Louis, please go and take care of Rachel. Leaving them like that is a punishment none of us deserve.” One of the guards that had been standing behind Fang disappeared, moving at top vamp speed out of the room to go and kill what was basically his vampire sister. I felt a little sorry for the guy. Fuck, I was going soft since Mae got under my skin.
“Do you know what turned them?” I asked.
“Some responded to a call, a pull toward a great evil that is growing within the world. When they returned, they spread the disease among their nest mates. It was only those old enough to resist that fought with me. Some fell to the swarm of younglings that overtook them, while the others are in my vault, waiting for my signal that it’s safe to come out. I refuse to risk any more lives.”
“The call was probably the Headless Horseman. From what I can tell, he’s recruiting. Don’t know why.”
The guard was back then. “Sire, Rachel is dust. I checked the rest of the nest and it’s safe, but all the blood is gone. They glutted themselves on it.”
“We can find a donor easily enough,” Fang replied as he waved his guard away.
“From what I can tell you, the world has gone to shit since the Horseman woke, so I wouldn’t depend on anything.”
“Well, unless you’re willing to donate, I don’t have much of a choice,” Fang snarled, his temper getting the better of him for a moment.
“Will you?” Adelle asked.
“Will I let a bloodsucker sip from me? Hell no! You want him to drink that bad, you feed him,” I said, looking down at my sister like she’d just grown a second head.
A flush rose to her cheeks as she said, “I can’t, he’s already drunk too much from me just to get on his feet.”
“Yet you were the one that answered the door? What the fuck, Fang?” I glared over at the vampire.
“I was incapacitated. Now I’m not. If I’d been awake for your summons, I assure you, I would have answered,” he replied, exhaustion lacing his voice.
“Please, big brother,” Adelle murmured next to me.
“Big brother? Really? That’s how much this means to you?” I asked, looking down at her bright blue eyes that were framed by her icy blonde hair. The pink tips of the strands looked a little more menacing in our current situation, as though she’d dipped the tips of her hair in blood.
“It’s the least you could do after abandoning me here,” she replied with a pout.
“We have a lot to catch up on. I didn’t abandon you intentionally, there’s just been a lot going on. Anyway, why do you want him fixed up so bad?” I