Immortal Heat (The Guardians of Dacia Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

night. It's not going to take long before the others recover enough and come looking for us."
    She nodded, running towards him, stopping long enough to pat her coat and make sure her purse was still securely around her.
    The toe of her boot caught on something, and she tripped over the leering face of her earlier abductor—just his head lay there, in front of her like the popped-off head of a Malibu Ken doll her friend Tina had in their youth.
    Screaming, she held her mouth to keep from being sick as she tried to scramble away.
    Draylon reached out to grab her.
    "Oh my God. His head…y…you…he…"
    "You can't kill a Vamier any other way. Severing their heads is the only way they die."
    Marilyn found his lack of remorse and shock appalling. "You killed him."
    "I killed them both. Otherwise you would either be in a shit load of trouble or on your way to a shit load of trouble. I made a promise to keep you safe…I don't fail."
    "Who are you?" She backed up, shaking her head. She still didn't know who or what he was, or what these fanged freaks were.
    Draylon cursed, raking his fingers through his hair. "I'll explain everything when I get you to safety. Right now…we are a little rushed." He tried to maneuver her wheeled suitcase through the brambles on the side of the road but finally gave up and carried the over forty pounds of black zippered mass over his shoulder. "Are you coming or are you going to stand here with the decapitated bodies? I don't really want to wait for another Vamier to come by and make me decapitate him too."
    In a trance she stepped around the bodies and heads to take Draylon's proffered hand, helping her up the slight embankment into the night along the other side of the road.
    "Where are you taking me?"
    "Some place safe."
    "Where is that?" Somehow she couldn't imagine any place that would be safe right now.
    Draylon's head tilted down, and the wisp of dark hair covered his right eye. His teeth gleamed pearlescent in the dark as a devilish grin peeked out from his curled lips.
    "Have you ever had tea with a witch?"
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    Rick Delvante had some explaining to do.
    Who in the hell was Marilyn Reddlin, and why was she in danger from Aiden Vamier? He knew she had to be related to Diane Reddlin, the CFO of Livedel, but 'the bitch from Hell' was human. The Dacian clan tried not to associate with humans unless the mortals were in need of protection from Vamier's vampires.
    But Rick had sent him on this mission. The man had never asked for anything from him ever—until now. Shit wasn't making sense.
    The rough hewn chalet nestled against the outcrop of the mountainside like it had for so many generations. Marilyn looked dead on her feet from their short trek. Her shoulders slumped in exhaustion. Her hair had come out of its tightly wound knot at the base of her head and dangled in frizzy locks around her shoulders and face. She was young. There was too much immaturity in her. She hadn't come out of her shell and needed protection from the big bad world around her. It was bad enough she was so naïve. He knew it, could sense it. But to have Aiden's moroii tailing her, trying to abduct her…she needed his protection. He snorted. And she thought this was all a drug induced dream?
    Still, he liked her gumption and sass. She could give as well as she got. With some professional training she might even make a good Shield, a personal immortal protector, if she ever wanted a job.
    Marilyn continued to glance over her shoulder, looking for danger. She hadn't spoken or complained since they'd hoofed it. Even having been through so much in the past few hours, not only was she still standing, she'd kept up with him. As confused as he knew she must be, she hadn't badgered him with any more questions. He tried to get inside her head if for nothing more than to soothe her, but she'd gathered her defenses and the mental block she'd thrown up had him mystified. No woman had ever been able to block his probing.
    "Where are