The Lycan Rebirth (The Flux Age Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

self would handle being pregnant. So far, her vampiric abilities were heightened if anything. It put to bed her irrational fear that vampire queens - for whatever reason - wouldn’t be able to conceive.
    Yasmin’s mood darkened as she rested a hand on her tiny bump. As ever, what started with her unborn baby inevitably ended with Jack. It was impossible not to think about the child’s father in the same breath. What was he doing? Was he safe? Had he located Florence? She fervently hoped so - the tawny werewolf was a good, moderating influence on him.
    Yasmin felt the brush of Tomas’s hand against hers. It drew her from the troubling pit her thoughts had tumbled into. The doktor was looking at her with a strange, anguished intensity, as if he was waiting for something he knew would never come.
    Yasmin instinctively knew what that was. It had remained unspoken between them for a while now. Tomas Verdano was a good man, that much was clear. He had surrounded himself with a fine family but they were now all dead. Since that dark time, Tomas had devoted himself to the vampire cause. But what had started as fierce loyalty to Yasmin had become something deeper, something far more personal. Once Tomas had been divined as a vampire, Yasmin had been the one to ‘confirm’ him, mark him as one of her own. Since this usually required the consumption of blood, the process was uniquely sensual and intimate. Yasmin firmly suspected that vampire queens in the past were expected to spread their sexual attentions far and wide. That may have worked in the past but this vampire queen was different. For Yasmin, all roads led to Jack Foley. Tomas would need to resolve his passions without her help.
    Still, his stares had been growing more intense lately. There was something feral about them. Tomas had thrown himself into the research of vampire lore and seemed to be taking on the hungry wildness of a traditional vampire. Yasmin hoped she wouldn’t need to hold him at arm’s length, and that their relationship could return to what it used to be. Something told her that wasn’t going to happen. She’d read somewhere that vampires rarely lived together, and judging from Tomas’s recent behavior, she could see why.
    “What shall we call it?” she said quietly, wrapping herself in her impossibly comfortable white fur coat.
    Tomas raised his eyebrow.
    “The castle,” Yasmin said. “The Maramurians need a name to chant as they walk up and down the mountain.”
    If Tomas recognized Yasmin’s light-hearted tone, he didn’t show it.
    “A vampire’s castle should be feared,” he said seriously. “In the old language, the word for ‘fear’ is frica.”
    Yasmin nodded, her smile fading. Tomas was so serious these days. The last thing she wanted to associate with her home was fear, but she could see the benefit of sowing doubt in her enemies’ minds. Plus, she felt as thought she should allow Tomas to have his way on this. Perhaps it would dissolve some of the strange tension between them.
    “Make it happen, Tomas,” she said. “Frica is complete as the sun rises.”
    “Then let me escort you to your chamber, queen,” Tomas said with a half smile. It was only a small victory for Yasmin, but a victory nonetheless. She allowed herself to be led from ramparts dusted pink from the new sun.
    The last thing she heard as she settled into her shadowy, coffin-like bed was the proud song of the Maramurians as they descended the mountain.
     
    Yasmin woke to the sound of Tomas’s voice. The quiet scientist didn’t usually speak so forcefully. His voice carried all the way from the main hall.
    Yasmin freshened up before heading down the spiral stairwell to the ground floor. Tomas was standing in the gloom holding a lantern. Yasmin could just make out three figures near the front doors.
    “I’m telling you, we must see the queen immediately,” one of the newcomers was saying. Yasmin peered at him with interest. The man was imposingly tall