Drake Chronicles: 02 Blood Feud Read Online Free PDF

send one’s spirit on such a far and dangerous journey without some cost.
    So when Kala said my mate would be from the royal courts, she meant it.
    And no Hound in the world would disbelieve her. It didn’t bear thinking on. No other shamanka or shamanka’s handmaiden had ever been joined with someone outside the tribe.
    I’d rather be alone.
    Besides, omens or not, I was here for another purpose.
    “Hey, are you okay?” Logan reached out to touch my elbow, above a jagged scar from the mouth of one of the dogs that had pul ed me out of my grave. I jerked back. He lifted an eyebrow.
    “I am fine.” I deliberately turned toward the farmhouse. The porch was wide with several chairs and a swing. Roses grew wild under the windows. The barking grew louder, punctuated with snarls. Logan looked concerned for the first time since he’d stopped a sword from cleaving my rib cage.
    “The dogs have never met a Hound before,” he said awkwardly. Even with my limited knowledge of him, I knew for a fact that he wasn’t often awkward. It was endearing, more so than his charming smiles.
    I climbed the stairs confidently. Dogs didn’t hide their moods, didn’t play games of manners or intrigue. Logan’s hand was on the doorknob. “There’s no need to worry,” I assured him.
    I felt better with three huge shaggy Bouviers charging at me. If Benoit were stil alive, he’d have clicked his tongue at that. I didn’t speak to the dogs, barely flicked them a glance. I just stood my ground and let them sniff me once before I snapped my fingers and pointed to the ground. Three furry backsides hit the marble floor.
    Logan gaped at me. “Dude.”
    I gathered by his tone that he was impressed. When I was I gathered by his tone that he was impressed. When I was sure the Bouviers had accepted I was higher in the pack hierarchy, I let Charlemagne past me so they could meet.
    The foyer was spacious, cluttered with boots and jackets and bags. The lamps and the overhead chandelier were lit. I tried not to stare. I was stil half-awed by electricity. I might have woken up in the twenty-first century, but I stil lived in a cave with amenities closer to the Middle Ages. I had recently al owed Magda to foist a cel phone on me but I stil wasn’t entirely sure how to work it properly. The first time it rang, I’d tried to stake it.
    “Whoa.” A girl interrupted my inspection. I assumed she was Lucy, as she was the only one with a heartbeat. I vaguely remembered her from the night Solange turned, staying close to her and trying to kick anyone who came too close. She’d hadn’t been entirely successful, but she never gave up. “Did you give the dogs Hypnos or something?” she asked. She had brown hair cut to her chin and brown eyes behind dark glasses. She wore an excessive amount of silver and turquoise jewelry. There was a purse slung from her left shoulder to her right hip. It wasn’t for a cel phone or lip gloss; rather it was stuffed ful of stakes.
    Two vampires fol owed her out of the living room; Solange, whom I’d last seen lying pale and dead in Montmartre’s arms, and another one of her many brothers. They both stopped, watching me warily. It took Lucy a little longer. She glanced at them, then at me.
    “What? What am I missing?” She sounded disgruntled. She tilted her head. “Hey, we know you. Isabel, right?”
    “Isabeau,” I corrected stiffly. I hated how polite and stilted I sounded. It was how I was raised but I knew enough to know it wasn’t the way of modern people my age, vampire or not.
    “Nice,” she approved. “You don’t look like an Isabel anyway.
    I’m Lucy, and that one’s Nicholas. There’s so many of them sometimes it’s hard to keep track.” She darted forward, arms out. I stumbled back, watching for a stake, knees bending into a fighting crouch. “Oh, sorry,” she said. “I was just going to hug you for saving my best friend’s life. I guess you’re not the hugging type.”
    Logan sounded