Most younglings didn’t survive their first ten decade, let alone the century needed to become at least halfway powerful.īorn a vampire, power had flowed through his veins from the moment he’d opened his eyes. Years of scheming and plotting to raise your status in the court. Years of being everyone who was stronger’s bitch. What they didn’t tell them about were the years of being literally the bottom rung of the ladder. At least that’s what most sires promised when they turned their blood slaves to vampires. Most vampires were of the bitten kind, the whole blood deal… drink my blood and live forever. At just over fifty, he should have been barely a child for a vampire, but he wasn’t just any vamp.
Opening his eyes again, he looked around the room. Not just joined in but led it… gloried in the depravity, seeking ever more sick and twisted pleasures until even vampire-kind uttered his name in hushed whispers. Leaning his head back, he let his eyes drift out of focus and tried to shut the sounds of revelry out.
There were some things a guy just couldn’t unsee, and Gregori’s naked ass flashing in that obscene way was one of them. Pale asses flashed in unison as they fucked her at the same time, cocks buried deeply in her cunt and ass with their fangs in both sides of her throat. Zane’s gaze slid from one vamp, his blood slave bent over his arm as he ripped at her neck, to a threesome on the next couch.
Antique couches shared space with plastic chairs from fast food joints, and elegant drapes hung from rusted overhead beams.Ĭandles burned everywhere, casting a warm glow over scenes that belonged in a horror movie as his men entertained themselves with their blood slaves. The “court” itself was an old warehouse, the windows boarded up to stop the sunlight and the interior filled with a mishmash of furniture culled from elsewhere. Zane leaned his chin on the back of his hand and sighed as he watched the antics of his courtiers from his place at the head of the room. There was nothing for them but fire and death at his hands.Īnd he still wanted to kill every last one of them. Rip their heads off and revel in their screams as they ran from him, knowing there was no escape. Tear their disgusting spines out of their dead bodies and watch them burn to ash. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
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