Josh sat at the bar, a lone beer in his hand. His twin sister, Addison, left for Castile last week with her fiancé, the father of all vampires, Master Vallore.
He never thought she’d become a vampire, let alone the Master’s mate. The thought of that guy holding his sister scared him. She was probably terrified, crying and begging to come home.
Why did the Master choose her? Why?
Josh didn’t think she was vampire material. She couldn’t survive for the rest of her life taking the blood of others. There was no way. Not Addison. The thoughts consumed him and he couldn’t push them out of his head. It just didn’t make sense.
He picked at the label on his bottle, the paper moist but refusing to come off cleanly. His eyes burned into the logo, his brow furled. The television was loud, a few guys on the other side of the bar watching a sport’s game.
It was dead tonight, not many people in the tavern. Josh had a rough day at the manor, the Elite vampires all riled up because Monroe, a master vampire hunter, was in town.
He slaughtered a handful of green Elites, the new vamps not having much experience in the field. This made them easy targets for the vampire hunters. Monroe was Master Vallore’s biggest adversary and the strongest hunter out there. He was supposed to be terrifying and Josh was glad his shift was over when it happened and he didn’t run into him.
But still, it was a close call that had Josh shaken. Monroe had never invaded the Caron manor because, frankly, only a dumbass would run full bore into a vampire’s den. The hunters had also trashed the place searching for something, but no one had a clue what.
Samson, the head of the Caron Elites, beefed up the manor’s security systems, and hopefully, it wouldn’t happen again. Still, the thought was unsettling.
His phone beeped, Josh lazily pulling it out of his pocket. He read the message.
What are you doing?
It was Addison. Hearing from her lightened his spirits. He responded sarcastically.
What are you doing? The Master?
No. He’s working. We’re in Hanton today and he’s been gone all day. I’ve been in the hotel watching movies and doing some sketches for a new painting.
Nice. So you haven’t gotten to Castile, yet?
He peeked at a few men walking toward him. They were big, burly guys, their height and girth not normal for the common man. These were either a gang of bodybuilders or hunters. He guessed the latter.
He’d never seen them before, and if they were hunters, they weren’t from around here. That wasn’t good, especially when Monroe might still be in town.
Even though he was afraid, he pretended to ignore them. He brought his phone closer to his face like he was absorbed in his conversation. He typed a message back to her.
Maybe you’re not going.
A man sat down next to Josh and addressed the bartender. “Buy him another one of those.”
Fuck, now he had a problem. They weren’t going away.
Trying to act tough, Josh sized the man up with a stiff lip. The guy wore glasses and a baseball cap that covered his messy blond hair. He was good-looking, but had a cocky gait that showed he was trouble.
The other guys flanked the blond, blocking Josh’s exit. That meant the man was most likely their leader.
Josh fired off a sarcastic reply. “Guys, I think you have the wrong idea, you’re not my type.” He tucked his phone into his pocket then snatched the fresh bottle of beer. He shook it as he sent the man a crooked grin. “Thanks for the beer, though.”
The blond slammed a plastic badge on the wooden surface of the bar. He tapped it. “Where is she?”
Josh gritted his teeth as he stared at the picture of his sister on the ID. It was an old security badge she had worn when she worked at the museum. Forcing air out his nostrils noisily, Josh’s eyes narrowed on her face.