Immortal Coil: A Novel (Immortal Trilogy Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

crime. I need the person whose heart had been muddied by the deed.”
    David gripped the steering wheel with white knuckled strength but didn’t turn to look at Antony. “She’s guilty.”
                  Antony entered the home without effort: locked doors were no match for him. He slipped silently though the rooms barely even touching the floor. He left behind no fingerprints, dead skin, or hair. There was no way to trace his DNA since any dead skin or hair that dropped off his person instantly turned to ash and disintegrated. He found the woman asleep in her bed.
    A crib sat empty nearby.
                  Antony paused. That was not a sign of a guilty mother. She was a grieving mother. Her loneliness and pain was palpable in the room. They had made a mistake.
                  But Antony’s bloodlust began to take over. He didn’t have time to start over. This had to be the right person. His stony gray eyes filmed over with a blood-red tint. He needed to feed soon. Once the madness took over there was no stopping the hunger. He either fed now, or no one was safe; not this grieving woman, or David, or any innocent bystander on the street. This woman would have to die. If nothing else, Antony could at least relieve her of the pain of grief.
                  Antony moved closer to the bed and woke her with a hand over her mouth. She looked up at him as he moved into position; she was already awake. In fact, she had been waiting for him. He removed his hand.
    “I knew you would come,” she said.
                  Antony was startled. Did she know who he was—or more to the point—what he was?
    He peered into her eyes, into her soul. What he found there confirmed his suspicions. This woman did not kill her child. “I am sorry. I know you are innocent of the crime of killing your baby but I must feed.” He closed his eyes. His head dropped toward her neck and he prepared to take her.
                  She didn’t scream as he had expected her to.
                  She pleaded. “Please wait.”
                  “I must!” He opened his eyes and she saw that they were red. She gasped. He had been trying to save her the added fear of seeing the bloodlust in his eyes, but she had seen anyway. Now she knew he was more than just a killer.
                  “Please.” She said again. She had planned to say more but the sobbing overtook her and she couldn’t speak. When Antony saw the terror in her eyes, his sanity momentarily flooded back to him. He could control it, but only in short bursts. Whatever she had to say would need to be fast, and there was no guarantee anything she had to say would do her any good.
                  Antony stood abruptly. This movement was so fast she flinched. She almost screamed, but managed to keep her wits long enough to realize that his movement was away from her and not closer to her. She sat up.
    Antony paced. He was doing everything in his power to control the hunger. He turned toward her again. “I must do this!” He again jumped on her, moving so fast she didn’t see him until he was straddling her, his mouth moving toward her neck, toward the throbbing vein there. The instant he was about to penetrate her skin, the door to the bedroom burst open. Antony froze with his fangs touching the flesh of her slender neck.
                  “What the hell? Bitch what are you doing now?” It was Grover Dixon, the dead infant’s father.
                  Antony glanced into Maggie’s eyes and she whispered the words that would save her life. “It was him.”
                  Antony wasted no time. He flew at the man in an instant, landing on him like a leopard taking down a gazelle. His teeth ripped into the man’s neck and he sucked up the pulsing fluid. His sanity slowly returned, but his ability to taste his victim’s memories did not. He