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It had been a long night
He grimaced at the stench that rose from his shirt At least six individuals’ blood coated it, leaving it clinging to his skin Four garages he had visited had each been surveilled by a single vampire Two ht fiercely, leaving hi any valuable infor in one hand, Marcus reached into the storage coain and shifted the small first aid kit aside (The kit contained very little--butterfly closures and pressure tourniquet bandages--because i took care of most wounds)
When he sahat lay in the bottorinned
Ami rocked! As usual, she had foreseen his every need and provided him with a fresh shirt and soreat relief, Marcus removed his coat and yanked his shirt over his head The wipes worked wonderfully, re the sticky blood that streaked his chest, ar away the scents of death A arbed in a fresh T-shirt, he dug into a tasty sandwich
As usual, his thoughts returned to Aainst his earlier Her body beneath hied to kiss her A brush of the lips Just a test Then firue within to taste and teht jeans and that crop top one thread at a tied to be explored Or better yet, rip the gar-ass bed
Lost in the fantasy, Marcus grew hard and saw in the reflection of the Busa’s shiny finish his eyes begin to glow
Not good He wouldn’t be able to sneak up on the vae fivehis approach like flashlights And he would really rather not fight the va, Marcus closed his eyes
Immortals were, in many ways, the complete opposite of vampires While vampires had little or no control over their emotions and bodies, ies of a certain feisty redhead weren’t teasing hi and I haven’t learned a bloody thing," he muttered "I still hat I can’t have"
When he had finally brought his body back under control, he checked the direction of the chilly breeze and set off toward the next garage on his list
Like some of the others, it was a small business on a country lot, the owners’ home only a few yards away With the stealth of a cat, Marcus advanced fro him to the presence of two vampires, neither of whom showed any awareness of his approach
Marcus silently slid his short swords from their sheaths
The cell phone in his pocket vibrated
The vahtened, sheathed one of the swords and answered the phone "Yes?"
"Marcus, this is Sheldon, Richart d’Alençon’s Second" Very young and very new to the job, according to the irapevine
"What can I do for you?"
The vae veheive you a heads-up that the va cell phones that have a coordinator on speed dial who, if called, sends in reinforcements"
"You don’t say"
"Yeah The last one Richart confronted heard hie before Richart could stop hied on him"
"In other words, stealth is imperative"
"Absolutely"
Marcus heard the faint sounds of a nue "So, once one is within earshot of the vaood idea," he posed calulp carried over the line "Oh Shit I fucked up, didn’t I?"
"Yes, you did Take your ht …"
He hadn’t thought at all That was the probleh experience They all did
Except for Ao