The Bleeding Dusk (41 page)

She rounded on Sara, who was suddenly taken aback by the fury in the vampire's eyes. They burned in her skull, burned as they looked at her, burned as though they touched her skin. “Did he slay Akvan with his own hand?
With his own hand?
Tell me!”

Sara nodded. “He did. I was there.”

“No. I cannot—No.” Her mouth compressed; her hair swirled about her in a cloud of copper. “
No.
He has betrayed me!”

“And you are not the only one,” Sara told her. “Although,” she added hastily as the vampire spun back to her, fangs bared as though to tear into her, “his betrayal of you—whatever it was—must be much more important than what he did to me.”

“Max. How dare he!” Lilith was shrieking now, her chest heaving with anger and malevolence. “After all of the graces I've bestowed on him, all of the freedoms! And he betrays me.” Her voice had dropped now, steadied. “I shall have my vengeance.”

She looked at Sara. Lilith's eyes glowed, but no longer burned. All but one of the veins under her skin had faded.

Her lips curved invitingly. “Both of us shall. Now come closer, my dear, and give me your pretty little neck.”

 

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Victoria opened her eyes.

A ring of faces looked down at her: Max, his face shadowed but sharp-eyed; Sebastian, golden-haired and tense; Wayren, near the foot of the bed, her pale oval face tight. Ylito and Hannever stood above Victoria's head, frozen and watchful. She knew from the pattern on the stone walls behind them that she was in the Consilium, the secret, subterranean space belonging to the Venators. The vampire hunters—of which she was the leader.

“What—” Her head felt soupy and her eyelids heavy, and suddenly she remembered. “Beauregard!”

As memory sliced through the fuzziness, she tried to pull up, but her ankles and one of her wrists were caught fast. Someone's—Max's—fingers tightened around her left arm, keeping it pinned to the bed beneath her, and before she could react with the anger and confusion erupting inside her, a splash of water caught her over the face.

The cold seeped down into her hair and over the warm skin of her neck, and she jerked beneath her restraints.

“Why did you do that?” she said, glaring up at Ylito, who'd tipped the vial over her face. She raised her free arm, near Sebastian, to brush some of the water from her eye.

No one answered…yet, something in the room had changed. Eased. Sebastian glanced at Wayren, who was looking at Ylito over Victoria.

“Is it possible?” asked the ringlet-haired man.

“I don't know how it can be, Ylito,” Wayren replied.

The tightness in her dear friend's face had softened, and her countenance had taken on more of that serene look Victoria was used to seeing.

What was happening?

And then the realization of a searing pain in her neck, and the memory flash of shadows and blood, and long, sleek fangs brought it all back to her.

Beauregard
...
she'd been with Beauregard, the master vampire
...
his cold and warm mouth on hers, his teeth sliding into her flesh...the brush of skin against skin...the rusty taste of blood
...
on her lips. Pooling, rich and heavy, on her tongue. Filling her throat. His hands, smooth and sure.
..
everywhere.

He'd bitten her, fed on her. Had she drunk his blood? Oh…
God
…

Her heart was racing now, and she wanted to struggle, to whip off Max's firm hold on her arm, to sit up and demand to know what had happened. But the others were talking, above her, around her, as if she wasn't there.

For a moment, Victoria was afraid to know.

And then, Wayren was touching her, smoothing her hands down over Victoria's face, her wounded throat. Light and warm and sure, the pressure was soothing, spreading relief through her body. As she touched her, Wayren hummed a chantlike prayer deep in the back of her throat, and Victoria felt the vibrations coming through Wayren's fingertips, rippling through her body.

“The two
vis bullae
.”

Max's quiet voice broke into the charged silence. He stepped back, releasing Victoria's wrist and, she noticed for the first time, the stake that rested on the table next to him.

Dear God, he'd been ready to stake her. They'd feared Beauregard had turned her.

Her mouth dried and she swiveled toward him, but Max was looking intently at Wayren. “She wears two of them, does she not?” he asked.

And then she realized what had happened, even as they discussed the situation above her head, above her prone body: it was only because of the two holy strength amulets that she wore, the badges of her Venator calling to hunt vampires, that she'd been saved from becoming one of the very undead that she vowed to destroy.

A chill wave rushed over her and Victoria closed her eyes, the conversation around her becoming a distorted buzz. When she looked again, she found herself caught by Sebastian's dark amber gaze. He was looking down at her, a frozen expression on his handsome face.

It took her a moment to remember what had happened, and for the anger at his betrayal to bubble up inside her aching body: he'd stolen from the Consilium, from the Venators.

Her sometime lover, sometime enemy had deceived her in even more ways than she had expected.

He was a Venator. Born of the Gardella family tree.

A Venator who had disdained his calling for years because of loyalty to his great-great-great-grandfather, Beauregard. One of the most powerful of vampires.

Her fury abated slightly as another scrap of memory slipped into place:
Sebastian, thrusting himself between her and Beauregard, shouting at her to leave, even as she shoved a stake meant for Beauregard into Sebastian's shoulder
…
and the blood, blood that wasn't supposed to be there…

She saw the crusty bloom even now on his sweat-stained shirt.

And then another memory consumed her, a dark liquid one
…of heavy, deep pleasure…lush shadows and dangerous pleasure and heat…hands, and lips, and tongue…And Sebastian, again, his face pale and desperate, pleading with Beauregard for her release.

And her own laugh, welling up from deep inside her, husky and low. Derisive. Dismissive.

And then the handsome face of Sebastian's grandfather bending to hers, his fangs sleek and lethal, his lips warm and cold.

Oh God.

“What about Beauregard?” she said suddenly, her voice commanding their attention. She sat up, and the room hardly dipped at all.

“He's dead,” Max said flatly, his face still in shadow.

A modicum of relief seeped through her body, and she looked at Sebastian. From the expression on his face, she realized he'd done the impossible:
he'd
killed the six-hundred-year-old vampire who had been his grandfather.

She reached for his hand and his fingers closed around hers. She squeezed them: in thanks and apology.

“Will you join us again, now?” she asked in the strong, demanding voice of
Summa
Gardella, the leader of the Venators.

“I will.”

And then, with belated horror, she remembered: Max.

Victoria turned once more and their eyes met. The studiously flat expression there told her all she needed to know. Sebastian might be taking his rightful place within the ranks of the Venators, but Max no longer could. He'd given up his Venator powers in order to destroy the thrall Lilith the Dark, Queen of the Vampires, had held over him.

 

 

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Books by Colleen Gleason

 

The Gardella Vampire Hunters

Victoria Gardella

The Rest Falls Away

Rises the Night

The Bleeding Dusk

When Twilight Burns

As Shadows Fade

 

Macey Gardella

Roaring Midnight

Roaring Shadows (forthcoming)

The Envy Chronicles

Beyond the Night

Embrace the Night

Abandon the Night

Night Betrayed

Night Forbidden

Night Resurrected

The Draculia Trilogy

Lucifer's Rogue

Lucifer's Saint

Lucifer's Warrior

The Medieval Herb Garden Series

Lavender Vows

A Whisper of Rosemary

Sanctuary of Roses

A Lily on the Heath

Modern Gothic Romance

The Shop of Shades & Secrets

The Cards of Life & Death

The Stoker & Holmes Series

(for teens and adults)

The Clockwork Scarab

The Spiritglass Charade

The Chess Queen Enigma (forthcoming)

 

 

Colleen Gleason
is an award-winning,
New York Times
and
USA Today
best-selling author with more than twenty novels in print. Her international bestselling series, the Gardella Vampire Chronicles, is a historical urban fantasy about a female vampire hunter who lives during the time of Jane Austen. Her first novel,
The Rest Falls Away
, was released to acclaim in 2007.

 

Since then, she has published more than twenty novels with New American Library, MIRA Books, Chronicle Books, and HarperCollins. Her books have been translated into more than seven languages and are available worldwide.

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