Vampire Bound: Book Three (EBOOK)

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ONE

ZORAH BRIGHT WAS as pissed off as I’d ever seen her. I hugged myself as I watched her pacing around Leonides’ living room, her eyes flashing with an unnatural copper glow. Fortunately or unfortunately, I was too overwhelmed with what I’d recently learned about the Fae’s plans to take over Earth to really appreciate the full glory of my friend in a rampaging temper.

In many ways, Zorah and I had been cut from similar cloth when we’d known each other as casual friends and coworkers. We were both beaten down, living near the poverty level, and self-sufficient by necessity. The world of low-wage service industry work had no place for women with an attitude. You smiled, you played nice no matter how much shit was thrown in your face, and you reminded yourself over and over that other people—the customer, your boss, the bill collector on the phone—were always right.

Apparently, becoming a vampire could be a liberating experience.

“I can’t believe you two idiots would do something so… so… idiotic! What the hell were you thinking, going to Dhuinne of all places? You could’ve been killed!”

I’d decided the moment I saw Zorah’s thunderous expression to let Leonides take point on the rebuttal. The way I saw things, I was doing pretty well simply by virtue of not being huddled on the floor, rocking back and forth in a corner.

By contrast, Ransley Thorpe—Zorah’s English vampire lover—appeared calm and collected as she raged. Arms crossed loosely in front of him, he surveyed the motley group scattered around the living room with incisive blue eyes.

“I’m not sure you’re allowed to get stroppy over this one, love,” he observed in a mild tone. “At least Vonnie didn’t barge into Dhuinne alone.”

I’d already heard the cliff-notes version of the escapade he was referring to, if not the full story. Still, I knew enough to be aware that Zorah had once snuck into Dhuinne without telling anyone in an attempt to save her father, and nearly died before Rans showed up to rescue her. The near-fatal expedition was still a sore point between them. That much became obvious when Zorah whirled on Rans, glaring.

“I wasn’t alone,” Zorah said through gritted teeth. She stabbed a finger toward the injured Fae sitting on the other side of the room, his spare frame draped over an armchair as though it were a throne. “He was with me—as you know perfectly well.”

Albigard, the injured Fae in question, looked more bored by the exchange than anything else.

Rans followed her gesture and raised a slow eyebrow. “Oh, yes—sorry. Let me rephrase that. At least Vonnie didn’t barge into Dhuinne with only a backstabbing Fae arsehole in tow.”

Albigard made a show of examining his fingernails. “When I stab you, vampire, it won’t be in the back.”

Leonides, who had claimed a spot near the door leading to the interior hallway, squeezed the bridge of his nose and rubbed at the corners of his eyes.