~ “Avana.”
Ava stopped when she heard Philippe calling her name. She did not want to argue with any of them, but if Philippe started an argument, she was going to finish it. She’d accept her penance, but not their abuse.
“Walk with me,” he said.
Ava followed Philippe to the elevator, then to his car. They traveled in silence to his R and D facility. Eyes watched her. Those who were once pure hearts with curiosity and those from Lansguard with subtle malice. Philippe spun the handle of a vault-like door. It hissed as it opened. Inside the massive room, the lights came on as they stepped in. Smack in the middle of the chamber was a cell; controls lined off at the base.
“What is it?” Ava asked.
“Since we found out abou
~Daniel stood over the body, Ava at his side. “What does this sign mean?” he asked of Philippe, who was with them. “Purists.” Philippe zipped up the body bag, closing the corpse inside. The woman, a human, had her throat slashed, and a symbol carved with crude care into her chest. “Seems they are calling Vescovi’s bluff,” he said, standing. Nodding, he gave the coroner the go-ahead to take the body away. “A human found the body this morning, but Anabella is taking care of that.” “Things always get worse before they get better,” Daniel said. “I suppose so.” Philippe ran a hand over his mouth, watching after the coroner’s van as it drove away. “If you will excuse me, I have some other matters to attend to.” Dan
~Passerini smiled as he looked down at live footage of the hallway leading to the lab. “The gas works. Yes, I am sure. Observing the demonstration now.” He was speaking to Salvay over an earpiece. His hands were free to operate the tablet as she spoke. “I will make contact once I am at the safe house.” Pleased with the results of his experiment, he started going through the different camera feeds. He stopped when he saw Daniel’s team. He looked up in front of him. There was only one turn to be made in the corridor, and the men were around the bend. He put his right hand in his pocket, the other holding the tablet by his side, and waited. Daniel and his team came into view. “Hands where I can see them, Passerini.” O
~“I need you to relax,” Anabella said. She used her most soothing voice as she approached the man who was lying face down on the bed in the center of the room. “Don’t fight the connection.” Using a sedative to relax the man was not an option. It would cloud her connection, as it would cloud his mind. “Deep breaths.” Anabella’s nails lengthened. She positioned herself alongside the man. As her nails broke his skin, the man stiffened. “Relax,” she said again. “Let me in.” The connection started, and all of his memories flooded her mind. Anabella had to focus on what she was looking for, minimizing the excess information. She was looking for everything that took place in the past forty-eight hours. The memories narrowed down. She saw the man walking into the kitchen kissing the top of his daughters’ head
~Trans Rail was a hidden breakthrough. Spanning across the Atlantic Ocean, it connected the continents via an underwater rail line. Only the vampires and their human families knew about it. Just as they were the only ones who knew about the sub-level rail lines that ran beneath the ordinary rails in the city. Daniel, Helick, Penny, Vescovi, and Zigor, along with the team they brought, had four compartments to themselves. One held their supplies, and the other three were sleeping quarters. Though they could have their food delivered to them, some of the men ate with the other passengers on board. Zigor had his nose almost pressed to the glass window, staring at the sea life on the other side. He saw sea animals he never knew existed. Some were as curious about the train as he was about them. The train
~Martha was out of her depths. She was used to wooden bowls and candles. Not class beakers and bunsen burners. Since being in the lab, she broke two of the former, along with a test tube, and she almost burned the place down with the latter. Philippe, though he would have to replace everything she broke, burned, or cracked, amused himself at her expense. He tried to hide it, but she saw the smile in his eyes even when he tried to look stern. Martha did not like feeling out of place. It took her a long time to feel as if she belonged among the others. All of them were fighters, and Martha couldn’t throw a fist straight. She was not good in a fight, and they were in the middle of a war. One they were now forced to fight on two fronts. She wanted to feel as if she was contributing to their efforts. The others
~Another day, another murder. And this time, there was nothing Anabella could do to cover it up. Walking the streets in her nightgown, blood covered the woman from head to toe. Like a good neighbor, someone called the police, and they took the woman in. She had no wounds to explain the blood. She refused to answer questions, so the next logical thing to do was search her place of residence. What they found there was gruesome. Anabella changed Carmela Ungaro years ago. Carmela was a budding artist peddling her wares in the art district when Anabella found her. Until ten years ago, she lived with Anabella before marrying Lennie Marston—a human. Anabella had her trepidations about the union, but she was not one to impose her views on others. Carmela knew her human family would die one day, but until that day came, she had her husband and their adopte
~ This was not what Ava expected to see. All around her, there was a war. Bodies littered the ground. A blackened spread of flesh and scorched earth. In the sky above the battlefield, shadows fought. A whirlwind of dark mist sparks of light flashing in random places, signaling death. On the ground, Ava saw Kunz. She stopped her advance, looking at the one man she feared. Fighting him were two werewolves. They were the only ones alive. With a wave of his hand, Kunz sent Marx flying. He landed a distance away in the litter of bodies strewn around. While Marx recovered, Penny was on Kunz, teeth, and claws. No amount of black magic armed her. The sounds she made… Ava felt a chill run down her spine. Ava raced over to Marx. He seemed surprised to see her. “You’re dead,” he said. “I saw it.”
~Anabella was in a dark place. Benji was in a private health care facility that would provide him with the care he needed. Care that was not available in regular hospitals. He was going to make a full recovery. As soon as he was awake, Anabella instructed Hanna to—smooth things over. A boy his age did not need to have such memories. In his room in the Ungaro’s private ward, they isolated Benji from news about his parents. If anyone slipped even the barest of details around him—the backlash would be grim. Anabella was going back on her long-held preference to keep the humans in her family at arm’s length. Carmela’s circumstances remained the same. She was still behind bars. According to human laws, she was guilty beyond any doubt. There were calls for the death penalty. Through it all, Carmela said nothing to defend herself. She refused to speak to