Silent Bite-A Scanguards Wedding (1001 Dark Nights) Read Online Free PDF

for a week,” she said smilingly and kissed him on the cheek.
    Behind her, Isabelle staggered into the hallway before falling onto her butt, chuckling.
    “Wow!” Oliver exclaimed and walked toward the toddler. “She’s walking!”
    “Yes, she started last week, and every day she gets more secure on her two feet. I think she might be able to walk at your wedding.”
    He stretched his arms toward Isabelle and lifted her up. “You mean she could be our little flower girl?”
    “Just in case, I bought her a cute pink dress so she’s got something appropriate to wear. But don’t tell Ursula yet, because I don’t know whether she’ll be walking well enough by then.” She stroked her hand over Isabelle’s dark hair. “I had no idea that hybrids grew up so fast.”
    Isabelle beamed at her, flashing her tiny fangs.
    “Oh, no, Isabelle! What did we talk about? No showing of fangs! Just like we practiced. There’ll be a lot of humans around this week, and we don’t want you to expose us, do we?”
    Isabelle dropped her lids and closed her mouth, clearly understanding her mother’s words.
    “Now try again,” Delilah encouraged her.
    The toddler parted her lips and flashed her mother another grin. This time no fangs showed.
    “Perfect.” Delilah kissed her on the cheek and Isabelle reached her arms out to her.
    Oliver released her and handed her over to her mother. “I’m sure she’ll do perfectly fine.” Then he changed the subject. “So, is Samson home or is he at headquarters?”
    Delilah motioned to the back of the house. “He’s in his private office. Drake is here. And so are Gabriel and Zane. Samson said to join them when you arrive.”
    “Thanks.” He turned toward the long wood-paneled corridor leading to the back of the house.
    “Oh, and Oliver,” Delilah called after him, “I prepared the newly renovated guestroom in the attic for you. That way you won’t get woken by Isabelle.”
    He looked over his shoulder. “Thanks, Delilah. Hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”
    She made a dismissive gesture with her hand. “No trouble. We love having you here. Samson misses you.”
    In many ways, he missed Samson too. For over three years, when he’d still been human, he’d worked for the owner of Scanguards as his personal assistant. He’d been his eyes and ears during the day, watching out for him while he slept, trading shifts with Carl, his vampire butler. Oliver sighed heavily. He missed Carl. They’d been friends despite the fact that they couldn’t have been more different. But Carl was gone.
    Oliver pushed away the sad thoughts and knocked at the door to Samson’s study.
    “Come!” Samson’s voice came from the inside.
    He turned the knob and opened the door, then closed it behind him. Samson sat at his massive desk, while Dr. Drake, Gabriel, and Zane lounged on the sofa and the comfortable armchair.
    “Hey, Oliver, you’re just in time. Dr. Drake just arrived to give us an update,” Samson greeted him and motioned him to sit.
    With his short black hair, his hazel eyes, and an imposing over-six-foot frame, Samson was every inch the boss. He was the founder of Scanguards, the national security company that provided bodyguards to celebrities, politicians, and other wealthy individuals and organizations who could afford their services.
    Opposite him, Dr. Drake, the only vampire psychiatrist—and one of the only two vampires trained as medical professionals in San Francisco—looked scrawny and lanky. Oliver had always found him an odd sort, though Samson and several others at Scanguards had used his services at one time or another.
    “Great!” Oliver took a seat on the couch next to Zane. “Hey, guys!”
    “Hey!” Zane ground out, clearly not happy to be in the same room as Drake.
    He’d once been forced to attend a session with the psychiatrist and apparently not enjoyed it. Not that Oliver could blame the bald vampire. Zane wasn’t one for soft things, emotions and the like.