Guildhall Guardian: Thamesian #1 (Thamesians) Read Online Free PDF

in case and to my mother who kept putting candels in Church for me to find a good Catholic fiancee and not remain a spinster exiled in the United Kingdom.
    A shrill sound and Roydon's cursing. He pressed my hand harder and I winced.
       "Oh.My.God!" I shrieked, finally understanding. "What is that in your arm?"
    Would not faint, wearing those damned heels on a countryside's road full of bumps.
    Roydon pushed my in the car and I locked the door, battling against nausea and fright.  The silvery arrow had hit him just below the shoulder. Roydon's jaw was taunt and his eyes wide and yellowish.
      'You can't drive, we have to call an ambulance!" I screamed.
    "Not necessary, I'm doing exceedingly well. Crouch on your seat, will you?"
    Just as I did that, a shower of projectiles hit the car.
    I squealed, my hands in fists.
      "Gioia, don't worry my car is bulletproof, should be arrowproof too."
    In another context, it would have been nice to hear him call me by my first name.
    From then on, I stopped answering and talking at all, my vision slightly blurred with the image of Roydon driving as if nothing had happened, especially not the biggest arrow I had seen in my life stuck in his left arm.
    *
      Roydon was positively infuriated.
    In regard of the angle and the size of the arrow, the shooter would have been standing somewhere at a far distance. It was professional work.  Precise, smooth, almost silent.  Platinum, double blade arrow, as far as he could judge, sold in the U.S and often used in combat and among the underworld warfare. Would have killed a human, done nothing to a full-blood vampire or a werewolf, it stinged him as the third warning, this had been well calibrated to hurt him but nothing more.
    Hunter's way. Only the a hunter would know what weapon to use. A bullet would have been a joke, an arrow was just scratching the surface of agression.
    However the card suggested an insider.
    In the passenger's seat, Gioia was petrified. Surely heading toward catatonic shock.
    Roydon almost felt her distress, he was not used to vulnerability anymore, yet Gioia appealed to his desensitivized heart.
      "Gioia" he said "I would very much appreciate if you said something."
    She looked at him as if he was a total stranger, with her big blue innocent eyes.
    He had made a mistake bringing her with him. Miscalculated the risks.
      "I certainly owe you an explanation, Ms Di Terzi, as soon as we arrive I'll explain myself.'' He lightly brushed the back of her head, an almost tender gesture.
      "Okay'' she said.
    *
    "You're not bleeding!'' I cried out. "How is that even possible?"
    I had regained most of my senses and anger by the time Roydon was parking the car in the Guildhall backyard. He had jumped out of the vehicle to push a button hidden  in the old walls and the porch of the Guilhall was now hermetically sealed by an iron curtain.
    Tennys had ran to check on us, gun in hand. " A problem, Sir?" he asked immediately.
    Only me could have grown up peacefully in Italy to fall under the spell of an English mob leader. At least I had been spared the cliches.
      "Just a small incident"  had said Roydon showing the arrow" I would appreciate if you checked the surveillance footage of the Guildhall, say these past four hours."
    Then he had simply remover the metallic arrow from his flesh, as one would take off a shard.  Must say Roydon Thamesian had iron nerves.
    I expected an hemorrhage. He bled only drops of dark blood, one of which I brushed with my finger.
      "That's not normal, you might be doing an internal bleeding" I said "You have to call a doctor."
    I was having a panick attack.
    Roydon grabbed me by the shoulders, as if he meant to shake me off.
    "Ms. Di Terzi, calm down."
    My breathing was out of control. Anxiety fits had been part of my childhood and teenage years and they seemed wont on making a comeback.
      "No, you had a FUCKING arrow, the size of a sword, in your arm!"
    Roydon leaned, and I thought he was about