DeLeina, Maya - Veil of Seduction [Ambrose Heights Vampires 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF

palm of his hand. Suddenly, electric currents shot through his body and he once again clutched the stone in his hand.
    A sweet scent of a woman penetrated his senses.
    Fragmented, undulating visions projected in his mind—silky, black hair, sun-kissed skin, a strand of pearls, a sweeping instrument bow and a partial view of a symbol, one that he could not readily identify. He’d never felt anything like that before. Someone of great importance to him, someone whom he had yet to meet, had a connection to that stone.
    “ Could it be?”
    Steffan contemplated as his heart pounded both in excitement and trepidation. Whoever it was and whatever it meant, it would have to wait to be sorted out.
    He had a promise to fulfill to the man who lay dying in front of him.
    Carefully, Steffan placed the stone in his coat jacket. He pushed up the sleeve of his jacket and bit out a chunk of flesh from his wrist. The gaping wound pumped out thick, black blood. He situated the wound over the man and poured the blood into his mouth.
    The man choked and gagged.
    “Drink!” Steffan screamed. He squeezed his face and leaned in. “Drink, please,” he said slowly this time.
    The man’s eyes were wide with fear as he swallowed as instructed.
    Instantly, his body shook uncontrollably. He broke free from the seat belt and fell against the passenger doorframe of the SUV. Steffan lifted the vehicle upright, dragging the man out through the shattered window, and laid him down in the snow. The man’s eyes flew open and rolled back over and over again into his head. Steffan crouched over him as he watched the violent eye rolls continue.
    Then suddenly, they stopped.
    The man’s eyes froze in an open gaze. His pupils clouded over.
    Like clockwork, sparks of color danced along the outer edge of his eyes, signaling the beginning of the eye inversion.
    Steffan leaned in closer and waited for it.
    From the outer edges inward, the whites of his eyes slowly turned black.
    “Black!” yelled Steffan. He slammed his fists into the ground and shook his head in disappointment. “You deceived me!”
    Completing their transformation, the man’s eyes began to violently roll again and Steffan backed off.
    The veins throughout the man’s face were engorged and pulsing, turning black under his skin. He tried to scream out in pain, but nothing came out.
    With haste, Steffan leaned in and ripped the wool coat and shirt that covered the man’s chest and arms to shreds. Thin, black veins crept from his heart, through his shoulder, and down his arm to settle at his wrist. The delicate webbing of veins covered his wound and seemed to sew the wrist back in place.
    The man slowly lifted his wrist. He moved it back and forth, a look of disbelief plastered on his face. He turned his attention to Steffan. And while he didn’t speak one word, his eyes seemed to beg for answers.
    And as fast as they appeared, the webs faded, completely absorbing into the man’s skin.
    Suddenly, the man jerked and looked down at his leg.
    Steffan ripped the man’s trousers from his body, exposing the stringy black webs that congregated on the exposed bone in his thigh, mending the injury.
    Steffan sighed.
    The repair mechanism and eye inversion were complete. There was no mistaking it. The man was now a vampire.
    And he was Steffan’s newborn.
    Slowly rising over his newborn’s body, Steffan brushed his tongue over his self-inflicted wound, instantly healing his arm. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He raised a hand to his chest and rubbed against the jasper through his long black coat.
    Even through the material, shards of energy penetrated his body.
    Steffan stood still in the moonlight, basking in the sensation. Snowflakes shimmered all around him, collecting in his hair and settling onto the blackness that cloaked him from head to toe
    Steffan brought his head forward and caught his newborn’s evaluating stare. He slowly raised one eyebrow. “Black or not, it cannot be