Vampire Bound: Book Two (PAPERBACK)

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ONE

PACING HAD NEVER felt so damned unsatisfying. My son was missing, for god’s sake—after mysteriously vanishing from the airline flight he’d boarded in Denver. Meanwhile, I was stuck here in St. Louis, powerless to act.

Leonides—my vampire boss and occasional knight in tarnished armor—glanced toward the door of his extravagant penthouse suite.

“The others are here,” he said, though I’d heard nothing with my pitiful human ears. “Sit down, Vonnie. Preferably before you get worked up enough to set something else on fire.”

My cheeks flamed in response to the jab, even if nothing else around me did. It was a valid concern. Since swallowing vampire blood to heal injuries sustained when the Russian mob took exception to my inability to pay back a debt owed by my deadbeat ex, I’d mysteriously acquired the ability to blow doors off their hinges and set fire to things with the power of my mind.

Lucky me.

That second unwanted skill had come to light barely an hour ago, when I accidentally set fire to the bed I was lying on. Unfortunately, that bed had been located in a swanky apartment on the floor below this one… in a building Leonides personally owned. Predictably, the fire had set off the sprinkler system, necessitating evacuation of the whole building and a visit from the fire department.

Awkward didn’t begin to cover it… but there was no time for any of that now.

I did not, in fact, sit down, though I did at least stop pacing, in favor of rubbing absently at the garnet pendant hanging around my neck. It wasn’t like pacing had accomplished anything on the calming me down front, after all. Leonides crossed to the penthouse door and unlocked it, opening it to reveal Zorah Bright and Ransley Thorpe standing outside.

Zorah was a friend, of sorts; one who’d drifted away under unusual circumstances, only to reappear under even stranger ones. And in addition to being a former coworker of mine, she was also Leonides’ biological granddaughter… not to mention being a vampire who also happened to have demon blood in her family tree. Ransley—Rans, to his friends—was a vampire as well.

And right now, that was good. Because I suspected I was going to need all the supernatural help I could get.

Zorah immediately rushed into the living room and took me by the shoulders, her face set in deep lines of worry. “We’ll get him back, Vonnie,” was the first thing she said. “Somehow, we’ll find out what happened and bring him home.”

The words should have been reassuring. But I could only shake my head in pained bewilderment.

“How could anyone disappear from a pressurized cabin on a commercial jetliner?” I asked, hearing the plaintive note that had entered my voice.

I’d been clinging to the knowledge that Jace couldn’t possibly have fallen from the plane. He’d been inside when it took off—a fact confirmed by multiple cabin staff on the flight. And nothing could physically leave the cabin in flight without causing it to catastrophically depressurize. That wasn’t the kind of thing you could cover up after the fact.

“I’ve a couple of ideas about that,” Rans said grimly.