Night Huntress 06 - Eternal Kiss of Darkness Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Jeaniene Frost
broken their laws.
Radjedef. How odd that Mencheres hadn’t thought about the vengeful Law Guardian since he left the warehouse this morning, but he would tend to his business regarding Radjedef later. First, he had to erase Kira’s memories of everything supernatural. He could pass her off to Gorgon or another vampire in his line to mesmerize, but taking care of Kira himself seemed the least he could do to repay her for the kindness she’d shown him at the warehouse. Even if she regretted that kindness now.
He could always find another way to implement his plan concerning Radjedef after Kira’s memories of that warehouse and him were gone. Mencheres hadn’t seen Radjedef in over a week. No need to rush; he’d accomplish his objective soon enough.
Mencheres let Kira run for a few paces before he stepped in front of her. She collided with him hard enough to knock a scream out of her, but he absorbed the impact as if she were a butterfly.
“That’s two brave yet foolish things you’ve done today,” Mencheres noted.
Kira’s breathing was labored, but her aim was steady as she punched him squarely in the chest. “Damn it! It’s you again, isn’t it?”
He could see her clearly in the dark, but she’d be almost blind with the lack of lights on the lawn.
“Yes, it’s me,” Mencheres replied. He didn’t comment about the punch though he couldn’t remember the last time a person had actually struck him.
“You watched me the whole time, didn’t you?” Kira demanded. Bitterness wafted from her, changing her scent from lemons and sea spray to something harsher. “Why? Did you think it was funny, seeing me try to get away?”
In fact he had been amused, but only because he knew she was never in real danger. The angry desperation in her tone made him pause, however. He might have known that Kira wasn’t in jeopardy, but she hadn’t. In truth, he had told her nothing to truly reassure her that she had no reason to fear, whether she was inside the house or dangling on a rope outside of it.
“I apologize.” Mencheres dropped his hands from her shoulders, where he’d steadied her after Kira had barreled into him. She didn’t attempt to run away once he released her. She just stood there, gulping in breaths and glaring at him.
“What are you? And what do you intend to do with me since it’s clear you won’t let me go?”
Mencheres hesitated for a moment before giving a mental shrug. Soon enough he’d erase her mind. What did it matter if she knew more in the interim about him?
“The modern word for what I am is ‘vampire.’ ”
Kira’s heart had already been pounding, but at that, it skipped a beat.
“Vampires don’t exist,” she said, even though she sounded as if her words were a last attempt at denial instead of a true statement of disbelief.
“That’s exactly what humans are supposed to think, except you’ve seen too much to hold on to that fabrication any longer,” he replied steadily.
“But you were out in the sunlight this morning, and my cross…”
Mencheres reached out to touch the emblem hanging from Kira’s neck. Merely touching silver wouldn’t hurt him. Its burning, draining effects were dormant unless silver broke a vampire’s skin. “The effects of sunlight, crosses, wooden stakes, and holy water are red herrings my people deliberately planted along the millennia. Our real weakness is not something we allowed to become common knowledge.”
“Silver,” Kira said.
His brows rose. She couldn’t see it, but she must have sensed his reaction, because she shrugged.
“That must be what those other, ah, vampires were using on you this morning. The knives didn’t quite look like steel, but of course, they were so bloody…”
Her voice trailed off again and she looked away, biting her lip. Amidst the shocking silence of her mind, he caught a changing of her scent into
Radjedef. How odd that Mencheres hadn’t thought about the vengeful Law Guardian since he left the warehouse this morning, but he would tend to his business regarding Radjedef later. First, he had to erase Kira’s memories of everything supernatural. He could pass her off to Gorgon or another vampire in his line to mesmerize, but taking care of Kira himself seemed the least he could do to repay her for the kindness she’d shown him at the warehouse. Even if she regretted that kindness now.
He could always find another way to implement his plan concerning Radjedef after Kira’s memories of that warehouse and him were gone. Mencheres hadn’t seen Radjedef in over a week. No need to rush; he’d accomplish his objective soon enough.
Mencheres let Kira run for a few paces before he stepped in front of her. She collided with him hard enough to knock a scream out of her, but he absorbed the impact as if she were a butterfly.
“That’s two brave yet foolish things you’ve done today,” Mencheres noted.
Kira’s breathing was labored, but her aim was steady as she punched him squarely in the chest. “Damn it! It’s you again, isn’t it?”
He could see her clearly in the dark, but she’d be almost blind with the lack of lights on the lawn.
“Yes, it’s me,” Mencheres replied. He didn’t comment about the punch though he couldn’t remember the last time a person had actually struck him.
“You watched me the whole time, didn’t you?” Kira demanded. Bitterness wafted from her, changing her scent from lemons and sea spray to something harsher. “Why? Did you think it was funny, seeing me try to get away?”
In fact he had been amused, but only because he knew she was never in real danger. The angry desperation in her tone made him pause, however. He might have known that Kira wasn’t in jeopardy, but she hadn’t. In truth, he had told her nothing to truly reassure her that she had no reason to fear, whether she was inside the house or dangling on a rope outside of it.
“I apologize.” Mencheres dropped his hands from her shoulders, where he’d steadied her after Kira had barreled into him. She didn’t attempt to run away once he released her. She just stood there, gulping in breaths and glaring at him.
“What are you? And what do you intend to do with me since it’s clear you won’t let me go?”
Mencheres hesitated for a moment before giving a mental shrug. Soon enough he’d erase her mind. What did it matter if she knew more in the interim about him?
“The modern word for what I am is ‘vampire.’ ”
Kira’s heart had already been pounding, but at that, it skipped a beat.
“Vampires don’t exist,” she said, even though she sounded as if her words were a last attempt at denial instead of a true statement of disbelief.
“That’s exactly what humans are supposed to think, except you’ve seen too much to hold on to that fabrication any longer,” he replied steadily.
“But you were out in the sunlight this morning, and my cross…”
Mencheres reached out to touch the emblem hanging from Kira’s neck. Merely touching silver wouldn’t hurt him. Its burning, draining effects were dormant unless silver broke a vampire’s skin. “The effects of sunlight, crosses, wooden stakes, and holy water are red herrings my people deliberately planted along the millennia. Our real weakness is not something we allowed to become common knowledge.”
“Silver,” Kira said.
His brows rose. She couldn’t see it, but she must have sensed his reaction, because she shrugged.
“That must be what those other, ah, vampires were using on you this morning. The knives didn’t quite look like steel, but of course, they were so bloody…”
Her voice trailed off again and she looked away, biting her lip. Amidst the shocking silence of her mind, he caught a changing of her scent into
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