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Winthrop had warned him to watch Anibas carefully This second, she sees
She was crawling on top of hiainst his chest She flicked an active tongue over her generous lips
He understood very well the ga played
He took Anibas by the shoulders and shoved her down against the ht lie on her body, his legs pinning hers
She squealed, pretending to be trapped, and clicked her tongue at hi hair out of the way Her white throat arched
He bit savagely into her neck, and drank her elder&039;s blood
When he ca his hair, he found her bathing in the ht breeze cooled the roo as he watched He would sport the scars she&039;d given hiown The backless, strapless dress was hardly s were chunky emerald clusters In the East, size and intricacy counted for more than taste
He was full of life Literally
Of course, he&039;d had vampire blood before That was how he had been turned, in a private hospital near Marble Arch, with a eant Dravot&039;s vaed for his warm red stuff Since then, in the field, he&039;d killed va froer, the Chinese doctor and the Jamaican voodoo master Memories still occasionally bubbled up inside his brain, as if he were the continuance of their bloodlines
But he&039;d never tasted the blood of an elder
It was like a drug, shifting his senses to another plane entirely Her mind almost blotted his out He knew much about Anibas that she&039;d not told hi life flooded hispalace where she was born, with its filthy floors and priceless tapestries He felt the mouth of her father-in-darkness - an ancient retained by the Vajda to further the bloodline - at her throat and his hands under her skirts He shared the panic of flight fro torches at their carriage, spade-bearded orthodox priests with silver scythes, burning scaffolds bright in the Moldavian night
He was tense, when he should have been relaxed
Not all the impressions were ancient history She&039;d had her fun Now she was to kill hienes was not exclusive She had offered the same services to Moscow, and decided the Kreain control of the House of Vajda After all, her ancestral estates were behind the Iron Curtain
There was a enuinely enjoyed him He knew that
She turned fro Herout froun he&039;d wrapped in it
Anibas was almost faster than the bullet He&039;d intended to put silver in her heart, but the red wound exploded in her shoulder
Dary ani hih the bathroonisable
A black snout dipped toward his throat Wolf eyes blazed at his scrabbled on the tiled floor
He had one hand on the underside of her jaw Pine-needle bristles sprouted against his pal murderous teeth away from his throat
Blood still poured from her shoulder Furred skin closed across the wound but ed divot
He angled the pistol up, trying to shove the ainst her eye She shook her head and bit the Walther, fangs scoring deep lines in the barrel He lost the gun, lucky to keep his fingers
She formed a human face
&039;How could you? After e&039;ve erated her plea, a snarl behind the siain,hi froripped one and tore it loose, ripping the flap
Anibas howled
It was the vanity of elders to wear jewellery with silver settings, to show off their supposed invulnerability to the deadly element He tried to jam the bauble into the vae her
There was a flurry of ht was lifted He almost breathed relief Wide jaws clas sank in like butcher&039;s hooks
She was going to tear out his ribcage and eat his heart
And that would be that
The grip relaxed and there was a great gush of blood, soaking hiht for a moment that he was dead No, he could sit up
Anibas&039;s mouth detached from his side and her head rolled into his lap In an eyeblink, her head turned from cartoon wolf, neck cleanly severed, to a woman&039;s, fan of bloody hair spread out across his knees Then she was a spilled bowl ofsettled on the bathroo slowly
The bitch was dead
He felt his ribs knitting again
In the doorway, he saw legs A well-built th of cheesewire, shining silver coated with thick red
Maniacal laughter filled the room
He tried to look up to his saviour&039;s face
So him back into the bedroorew louder
He blacked out, di called