In Darkness We Must Abide (The Fallen King, Episode 8) Read Online Free PDF Page A

Vanora, you don’t belong here,” Armando said from behind her.
    Spinning about, she gasped with relief to see him standing in her shadow. “Armando!”
    “ Let me take you from here,” he said in a gentle tone, tucking her hair back from her face so he could cup it between his cool palms.
    “ Please do,” Vanora answered, the candlestick falling from her fingers.
    As Armando ’s sharp fangs pierced her throat, she saw the candlelight flicker, then die.
     
    Waking with a start, Vanora lashed out, her hand falling to empty space beside her. Confusion filled her as she realized she had expected Armando to be at her side. Why would she think that?
    With a soft groan, she sat up and clutched her head. Exhaustion ate at her mind, but she didn ’t want to dream anymore. To sleep was to risk dreaming. The sunlight was filtering through the filmy curtains draped over the windows, casting the room in a blue haze.
    Vanora checked her phone and saw messages from her extended family, school friends, and Rhonda ’s mom. She ignored them. Austin and the life she lived there seemed far away and already a distant memory. Though her room was familiar and comforting, she felt adrift. The old house didn’t feel like home either. She had texted Alisha before getting on the road the night before, so she knew her siblings would be anxious to see her when they woke. The thought of seeing them both frightened and thrilled her.
    With a grunt, she slid off her bed. Hunger was gnawing at her insides and she could use a good dose of caffeine. Leaving her room, she wondered where Armando was sleeping. Which of the guest rooms was he tucked within? It upset her to realize how much she longed for him. Her feelings for the vampire only complicated everything that was going on.
    Vanora ran into Miss Robbins at the base of the stairs.  The housekeeper’s face broke into a large smile.
    “ When did you get here, lass? Oh, look at how pretty you look! Your hair is so long!”  she declared, then warmly embraced Vanora.
    “ I got here at sunrise. I just woke up from a little nap.” Vanora couldn’t help but smile at the older Irishwoman. She had sincerely missed Miss Robbins.
    Miss Robbins studied her expression with the hawkish intensity Vanora remembered far too well. “I’m so sorry for your loss, darling.”
    “ Thank you.” Vanora lowered her eyes, trying not to let the tears come again.
    “ Rhonda was a wild thing, but a loyal friend.”
    “ She was the best.” A fond smile graced Vanora’s lips.
    “ I was always afraid she’d steer you wrong,” Miss Robbins said with a sigh. “I never wished ill on her though.”
    “ She didn’t deserve it.” Vanora rapidly blinked and took a deep breath. “It was awful.”
    “ There are monsters in this world,” Miss Robbins agreed, her eyes flicking upward to the second floor. “And I’m not talking about the vampires. Humans can be devils.”
    “ Neal was definitely a monster.”
    “ May God not have mercy on that bastard’s soul.” Miss Robbins fidgeted with her braided red hair that had a bit more silver in it now. “Are you home for good now? Did you really leave school?”
    Vanora hesitated, not sure what to say.
    “Why don’t you eat a bit of food and we can talk.” Miss Robbins lightly patted Vanora’s shoulder before leading her to the big kitchen. “I made your favorite. Irish Stew!”
    Vanora didn ’t have the heart to tell the housekeeper that the dish was far from her favorite, but she appreciated the sentiment. It wasn’t until she was seated at the kitchen table with a huge serving of the fragrant stew and a hunk of coarse buttered potato bread that she realized just how hungry she actually was.
    “ I’m so glad you’re here. Roman and Alisha miss you terribly.” Miss Robbins took a seat across from Vanora, her own serving steaming into the air.
    Vanora broke apart a bit of potato with her spoon before shoveling it into her mouth. It tasted