Morrigan's Cross
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She spent the day at it, with him and without him. She buried herself in her own books, and the ones she dragged up from Cian’s library.
When the sun set, she lit candles for work light and ignored Cian’s banging on the door. She closed her ears to his curses, and his shouts that it was bloody well time for training.
She was training.
And she’d come out when she was damn good and ready.
The woman was young, and fresh. And very, very alone.
Lora watched from the shadows, gleefully pleased with her luck. To think she’d been annoyed when Lilith had sent her out with a trio of foot soldiers on a simple scouting mission. She’d wanted to hit one of the outlying pubs, have some fun, have a feast. How long did Lilith expect them to keep to the caves, lying low, picking off the occasional tourist?
The most fun she’d had in weeks had been smacking that witch around, and stealing the black man right from under the noses of that tedious, holy brigade.
She wished they could have based somewhere, anywhere but in this dreary place. Somewhere like Paris or Prague. Somewhere so full of people she could pluck them like plums. Somewhere full of sound and heartbeats, and the smell of flesh.
She would swear there were more cows and sheep than people in this stupid country.
It was boring.
But now, there was this interesting possibility.
So pretty. So unfortunate.
This one would be a good candidate for the change as well as a quick snack. It would be fun to have a new companion, a woman particularly. One she could train, and play with.
A new toy, she decided, to stave off this endless ennui, at least until the real fun began.
Where, she wondered, had the pretty thing been going after dark in her little car? Such bad luck to have a puncture on this quiet country road.
Nice coat, too, Lora thought as she watched the woman haul out the jack and spare. They were close enough to the same size that she could have the coat as well as what was in it.
All that lovely warm blood.
“Bring her to me.” She gestured at the three who stood with her.
“Lilith said we weren’t to feed until—”
She whirled, fangs glinting, eyes burning red. And the vampire who’d once been a man of two hundred and twenty pounds of muscle when alive, backed off hurriedly.
“You question me?”
“No.” She was here, after all—and he could smell her hunger. Lilith was not.
“Bring her to me,” Lora repeated, tapping him on the chest, then wagging that finger playfully in front of his face. “And no tasting. I want her alive. It’s time I had a new playmate.” Her lips moved over her fangs in a pretty pout. “And try not to damage the coat. I like it.”
They moved out of the shadows and onto the road, three males who’d been ordinary in life.
They scented human. And female.
Their hunger, always waiting, woke—and only the fear of Lora’s reprisal prevented them from charging like wolves.
She glanced over as they approached. She smiled, quick and friendly as she straightened from her crouch at the side of the car, and raked a hand through short, dark hair that left her throat and neck exposed in the gloomy light.
“I was hoping someone would come along.”
“Must be your lucky night.” The one Lora had chastised grinned.
“I’ll say. Dark, deserted road like this, middle of nowhere. Whew. It’s a little scary.”
“It can get scarier.”
They spread out in a triangle to close her in with the car at her back. She took a step back, eyes going wide, and they growled low in the throat.
“Oh God. Are you going to hurt me? I don’t have much money, but—”
“Money’s not what we’re after, but we’ll take that, too.”
She still held the tire iron, and when she lifted it, the one closest to her laughed. “Stay back. Just keep away from me.”
“Metal’s not a big problem for us.”
He charged toward her, hands lifted toward her throat. And exploded into dust.
“No, but the pointy end of this is.” She wagged the stake she’d held behind her back.
She lunged, kicking one aside with a flashing foot to the belly, blocking a blow with her forearm then leading with the stake. She let the last one come to her, let the momentum of his rage and hunger rush him forward. She swung the tire iron full at his face. She was on him in an instant when he landed on the road.
“Metal’s a little problem after all,” she said. “But we’ll finish up with this.”
She staked him, rose. Dusted off her coat. “Damn vampires.”
She started back to her car, then stopped, her head lifting like a dog scenting the air.
She spread her legs, shifted her grip on the tire iron, on the stake. “Don’t you want to come out and play?” she called out. “I can smell you out there. These three didn’t give me much action, and I’m revved.”
The scent began to fade. In moments, the air was clear again. She watched, and waited, then with a shrug hooked the stake into the sheath on her belt. When she finished changing the tire, she glanced up at the sky.
Clouds had rolled over the moon, and in the west thunder grumbled. “Storm’s coming,” she murmured.
In the training room, Hoyt landed hard on his back. He felt every bone in his body rattle. Larkin pounced, then brought the blunted stake down to tap Hoyt’s heart.
“I’ve killed you six times already tonight. You’re off your game.” He cursed lightly when he felt the blade at his throat.
Moira eased it back, then leaned over him to give him an upside down smile. “He’d be dust, that’s certain, but you’d be bleeding all over what’s left.”
“Well, if you’re going to come at a man from behind—”
“They will,” Cian reminded him, giving Moira one of his rare nods of approval. “And more than one. You make your kill, you move on. Quick, fast and in a bloody hurry.”
He vised his hands on Moira’s head, feigned giving it a twist. “Now the three of you are dead because you spend too much time talking. You need to handle multiple opponents, whether it’s sword, stake or bare hands.”
Hoyt stood, shook himself off. “Why don’t you demonstrate for us?”
Cian lifted his brows at the irritable challenge. “All right then. All of you, on me. I’ll try not to hurt you more than is necessary.”