2. Blood Past (Warriors of Ankh #2) Read Online Free PDF

something innately honourable about him.
    Why couldn’t he have been the damn Councilman?
    “Miss MacDouglas.” Christopher was reaching a hand out to her now. “‘Tis a pleasure.”
    “Good to meet you, too.” And for once she actually meant it.
    Once he was done shaking Val and Noah’s hand, Christopher turned and gestured to a willowy woman with blonde hair. “This is my wife, Alison.”

    Alison was very pretty with golden blonde hair and wide amber eyes. She shook all of their hands, smiling brightly the whole time. Like Christopher, Eden found her presence very soothing.
    “And this is our daughter, October,” Christopher said softly, nudging a teenage girl forward.
    October had her father’s colouring. In fact… she looked a little like Eden with her midnight hair and tip-tilted eyes. When she grinned, it was a sharp smile with attitude and confidence.
    When she grinned she and Eden looked like family. There was no questioning it.
    October blushed when Cyrus shook her hand and it diminished her bravado a little. However, it came back in full force as soon as she turned in Eden’s direction. October walked over to her, eyeing her, a pleased quirk on her lips. Unlike Eden, October’s hair was cut sleek and short to suit her delicate features. She was dressed in tight black jeans with a neon pink belt and neon pink Converse.
    Her tight black t-shirt had the words ‘ Born This Way’ scrawled across the chest. Eden smirked back at October as she drew to a stop in front of her. They were almost the same height.
    “Hi.” October nodded casually, appraising Eden. “I like your shirt. Didn’t know they were big in the US.”
    Eden glanced down at it. It was the Biffy Clyro shirt she’d bought off eBay. “Uh, well they are with me.”
    The girl nodded again. “Cool. You like The Kooks ?”
    “Never listened to ‘em.”
    “Oh, well I’ve got their albums. You should have a listen.”
    “Sure, I’ll check them out.”
    “Cool. You’re sharing my room anyway, so… cool.”
    “Cool.”
    Christopher cleared his throat, “I think we’ve established that everything is cool. October, let your nana meet Eden.”
    October stood back and Eden turned as an older Neith stepped forward. She held herself regally, her hand clasped around an elegant cane. Her white hair was cut fashionably short, and her ocean-coloured eyes were amazingly bright and alert. Eden knew who this was. This was Mhairi Douglas -
    not Mary like Eden had thought when she saw her name written down on Cyrus’ notes. It was pronounced Vari - the Celts really liked to complicate life when it came to spelling and pronunciation. Mhairi was the eldest living member of the Douglas’ and the one who would be donating her blood to Eden’s cause. Unbelievably, Eden had been informed that Mhairi was eighty-eight years old. She didn’t look a day over sixty. But her age explained the cane. Neith were very resilient and healthful people. You had to be hitting the really elderly age bracket to be walking with a cane.
    “Well let’s have a look at you.” Mhairi peered at her, those incredibly lively eyes running the length of her. She huffed as if disbelieving and turned to Cyrus. “You’re right, Princeps. This has to be one o’ mine. The hair, the skin, the shape o’ the eyes. Definitely one o’ mine. The surname fits.
    Do you know I rather envy you it. Our family dropped the prefix Mac a few centuries ago when one o’ my great-great grandfathers married a Sassenach and she convinced him Douglas was more civilised sounding than MacDouglas. ”
    What was a Sassenach?
    “An Englishman,” Noah murmured in her ear, and she ignored the shiver that cascaded down her spine at the feel of his breath on her neck. She twisted around to frown at him. OK, she knew he was good at reading her, but how could he possibly read her when her back was to him?
    “I could have changed it I suppose but I was too busy hunting, unlike my lazy