The Dark City Chronicles ⁓ Book Three
The apocalypse looms ever closer! Steamy romance, heart-stopping action, seductive vampires, magic that defies nature, sprinkles of dark-humor, and, as always, the everlasting bonds of friendship.
Hannah's strug...
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Because he was an utter imbecile, Dallas interrogated again, "Do you know where Gabriel's son was taken?"
"No."
Dallas narrowed his eyes, and Kiernan saw cleverness that the man had been neglecting until now, sparking to life. "I'll send some men to check for stragglers."
"If we haven't been attacked by now," Kiernan said hastily. "Then, anyone else lingering deeper in the club has fled."
Dallas glared. "Kiernan..." The promise of violence darkening his gaze wasn't missed. "I know you're lying."
Kiernan jerked away from Dallas's attempt to seize his arm. His back hit the bar's edge. "Gabriel—before I reveal anything to you, I need to speak with him."
He didn't allow Dallas to approve, turning away and pulling out his cell phone. The screen had a tiny crack caused by a fall or the constant fighting he'd been in tonight.
Laying a trembling hand on the bar top, he saw that Madoc had risen, blood on his lips. The vampire had the barrel of his rifle shoved against the side of Lucas's head.
The mage was still on the floor, slumped heavily against the couch. Lucas clutched at his bleeding neck, face flushed and chest heaving. Kiernan could scent the enticing spice of blood and arousal, but there was no fear.
Either Lucas didn't care about being killed or believed Kiernan would save him.
Kiernan purposefully didn't meet Lucas's gaze, which was fixed on him. He found Gabriel's contact information and tapped the call button.
Dallas started barking orders for his men to fan out and watch the doorways, which the cretin should've done from the beginning.
He placed the cell phone against his ear and made the mistake of glancing towards the stairwell leading up to the parking lot.
The body armour did nothing to reveal who was behind the black tactical mask of the vampire standing near the entrance, but he knew.
He could see the fiery rage that had shifted familiar gray eyes to angry blackness and felt the dark gaze plead for him wordlessly not to let this ringing call go through.
His thumb grazed the side of his phone as if his body wanted to heed, but his mind rebelled.
He saw the dark eyes narrow. The rage directed at him dashed up his spine as an intense shiver of guilt.
The call went through. "Kiernan."
Dallas demanded some men search the dead Sinclair vampires. Most vampires had taken to bothering Lucas because the mage was shooting back insults and comments that earned eruptions of laughter.
Gabriel said, quieter, "Are you alright?"
How foolish Dallas was not to vet the vampires he'd brought under his command. That always was the vampire's failing. Dallas never looked closely at anyone he didn't deem worthy of his regard.
