Cast in Blood (Morgan Blackstone Vampires Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

safe,” Nicholas whispered. Those few words were filled with a world of sorrow and pain.  
    “No promises, Assassin. I will, however, do my best.”
    “Thank you,” he said before the line went silent. Marcus sighed and closed his phone before slipping it back into his jacket pocket.
    “What happened at the crime scene had something to do with Morgan?” Elizabeth asked.  
    “Yes. She’s in trouble.”
    “But why not ask for a full contingent of Enforcers? Nicholas can order it. They would find her.”
    “Elizabeth, I taught you better than this.” Marcus laughed bitter and sad. “Who taught Morgan self–defense and swordplay?” he asked, thinking of the hours spent working until her technique was better than most. And who nursed bruises and wounds for weeks on end, when she fought with a ferocity we didn’t think a woman could show? Gods, we were a pair of idiots back then, well–intentioned, but idiots.  
    “You and Nicholas. Both of you said she should learn from the best,” she answered shrugging her shoulders and tilting her head to the left.
    “Exactly.”
    “But Nicholas is her husband,” Elizabeth insisted.
    “And you’re like one of ten people who know that,” Marcus quipped, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.
    “Come on, you don’t think he’d reveal that if it would help Morgan?”
    “That’s not my call to make. No matter what, we’re left with very few options with regard to what happened to Morgan. I haven’t talked to Christophe and Charles. However, based on what Nicholas said, it looked as if she had just gone on one of her sabbaticals. That leads me to believe whoever attacked her is one of us, and perhaps even someone she trusts,” he explained with a sigh of frustration. Gods, I wish I had some idea what we’re dealing with here.
    “Otherwise Christophe and Charles would have found signs of a struggle and reported to Nicholas right away,” his Blood Child replied. Marcus knew she was working through the possibilities as he’d taught her.
    “Right,” Marcus answered, and pushed himself to his feet. He swayed for a moment as his brain seemed to slosh around his skull. Yeah, this is worse than any hangover I’ve ever had, human or vampire.  
    “What do you need me to do?” Elizabeth asked all business.
    She wants to help. Not that the extra pair of trained eyes would be a bad thing, but we need to keep this quiet . “I need you to stay on that Rogue’s trail.”
    “Marcus!” She rolled her eyes, and he knew she was about to read him the riot act if he didn’t cut her off.
    “I may be retired but I still have seniority over you, as an Enforcer. Not to mention I’m your Sire. Girl, I do not have time to argue with you. Just keep on that Rogue, and call Nicholas if you have a problem with my orders.”  
    “You know he’s not going to disagree with you. Nicholas won’t risk Morgan’s safety by calling in the cavalry.”
    “Yeah, darlin’. Well, shit happens,” Marcus called over his shoulder, as he walked out of her house into the darkening night.

    Fifteen hours later, Marcus was exhausted, but he paced the drawing room of his New Orleans mansion, traces of swamp clinging to his boots and leather coat. Damn, my butler is going to have one hell of a time getting the muck out of the fabrics , he thought with a laugh, feeling every inch of his frame vibrating with energy. I want to keep looking . But Nicholas was right; after searching all night and the bitch–slap my psyche took going out during the day it was just stupid. He cursed the sun, invoking the ancient Gods and Goddesses he’d worshiped in his human life. I do not want to be stuck in this house right now.  
    The Assassin’s voice boomed through the closed double doors to the study for the fifth time since he’d entered the room with Morgan’s Blood Sons, almost five hours before.   Marcus cringed as the doors were flung open, and Nicholas strode out, rage radiating from every inch of his