Forsaken by the Others (20 page)
We were so fucked.
Chapter 30
Max Carlyle grinned, spreading his arms as he approached the steps. “Hello, kids.
Daddy’s home.”
Daddy’s home.”
In a surge of panic, I tugged at the arms holding me captive.
Half a dozen other vampires were leaning against the outside of the cars, all radiating
power and danger the way that Fabian and Clyde did. Not as old and powerful as Max,
but close enough to it so as to make no difference to the three of us, even if we
hadn’t been confined.
power and danger the way that Fabian and Clyde did. Not as old and powerful as Max,
but close enough to it so as to make no difference to the three of us, even if we
hadn’t been confined.
Max looked just as dapper and handsome as I remembered. The suave, fashionable businessman
look did a great job of slapping a passable veneer of polite professionalism over
the crazy underneath. Was I the only one who could see the madness roiling in those
cold, gray eyes?
look did a great job of slapping a passable veneer of polite professionalism over
the crazy underneath. Was I the only one who could see the madness roiling in those
cold, gray eyes?
“Sire,” Fabian said from behind me, his voice the warmest and most sincere I had ever
heard from him. “I do hope you’ll accept my first tribute as master of Los Angeles.”
heard from him. “I do hope you’ll accept my first tribute as master of Los Angeles.”
Oh, God,
no.
no.
That smile could have charmed the angels from the heavens. It wasn’t my imagination.
He looked right at me as he nodded. “Yes. Tribute accepted. Very nicely done.”
He looked right at me as he nodded. “Yes. Tribute accepted. Very nicely done.”
“Excellent. Thank you, sire. Gideon, if you would?”
Gideon, who was holding Sara, slid a hand up to her temple, commanding her to sleep.
Her struggles ceased, her body slumping in his arms. One of Max’s henchmen strode
forward, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her toward the car.
Her struggles ceased, her body slumping in his arms. One of Max’s henchmen strode
forward, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her toward the car.
The necromancer took care of Devon next, probably because he was struggling against
Clyde’s hold like a man possessed.
Clyde’s hold like a man possessed.
As for me, I didn’t move. I didn’t dare. All I could do was stare at my death warrant,
signed, sealed, and delivered, all in that razor smile curving Max’s lips. He held
up a hand for Gideon to wait a moment, just before the necromancer reached me.
signed, sealed, and delivered, all in that razor smile curving Max’s lips. He held
up a hand for Gideon to wait a moment, just before the necromancer reached me.
“Shiarra Anne-Marie Waynest. How I have looked forward to this moment.”
How the hell did he know my middle name? He must have done his homework after our
last encounter in New York. How he could have known I was here, though—
last encounter in New York. How he could have known I was here, though—
No. Fabian had addressed him as “sire.” That meant Max had made him into a vampire.
I would bet my last shares in H&W Investigations, whatever remained of the business,
that Fabian had alerted Max to our presence long before now. Max had just been biding
his time, waiting for the perfect moment to make his entrance. He was that kind of
guy, the bastard.
I would bet my last shares in H&W Investigations, whatever remained of the business,
that Fabian had alerted Max to our presence long before now. Max had just been biding
his time, waiting for the perfect moment to make his entrance. He was that kind of
guy, the bastard.
“Put her under, and make it last long enough for the trip home. I’ve got unfinished
business with that one.”
business with that one.”
“Yes, sire. And the other two?”
Chill fingertips brushed my temple, a whispered breath tickling my ear.
I was out before Max gave his answer.
Acknowledgments
This book has been a long time coming, but it wouldn’t be here if not for the help
of a few friends.
of a few friends.
First, a big shout-out to my agent, Ellen; my editor, John; my publicist, Vida; and
the rest of the team at Kensington. They make me look good.
the rest of the team at Kensington. They make me look good.
Next, a word of thanks to my beta readers. Kristin, for always lending an ear when
I need it most. Tori, your words of wisdom shall resonate through the ages. Kate,
you know I’ve got some special Devon-related business I’m working on just for you.
Eve, for being your inimitable self—Thrane and Co. thank you, as do I, and you’ll
always hold the title to most devoted and disgruntled fan in all the land.
I need it most. Tori, your words of wisdom shall resonate through the ages. Kate,
you know I’ve got some special Devon-related business I’m working on just for you.
Eve, for being your inimitable self—Thrane and Co. thank you, as do I, and you’ll
always hold the title to most devoted and disgruntled fan in all the land.
To the others who had a hand in this one, you know who you are—thank you.
Lastly, a word of thanks to the readers, bloggers, and book reviewers who have helped
this series stay alive. Your support and encouragement has done more than you know
to keep these books coming. It’s been a rough road for Shia, but I’m deeply grateful
to those of you who have followed her on her journey, and I hope you’ll stay with
her to its end.
this series stay alive. Your support and encouragement has done more than you know
to keep these books coming. It’s been a rough road for Shia, but I’m deeply grateful
to those of you who have followed her on her journey, and I hope you’ll stay with
her to its end.
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