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Dhampir Hunter - Chapter Thirteen
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“So what have you brought for me, my pets?” asked Rhea, striding fluidly into the room that served as her personal bedchamber. The folds of her silk gown made no noise as she glided across the floor.
“We brought you pretty things, mistress,” murmured Surya, rising out of the blackened floor as if it were not of solid substance. She took a step back as the two captives rose from the shadowed floor as well. Finally, the shadow demon rose up from the floor, taking a more corporeal form as he stood before Rhea.
With a gesture of Rhea’s hand, both of the unconscious captives rose into the air. They hung before the vampire like puppets strung up by their wrists, heads bowed forward. Rhea took a step towards the male, but quickly retreated, placing a slender hand over her nose and mouth. “He reeks of alcohol.”
She then approached the female captive; sliding a finger beneath her chin and lifting her head a bit to inspect her features. “Such pretty hair.”
Suddenly the female captive’s eyes snapped open, their startlingly blue color surprising Rhea. The captive spat on Rhea.
Rhea grinned, bearing her fangs before she snaked her tongue out and licked the captive’s spit from her face. “I like you. You will be fun. What is your name, hunter?”
“Eventide Cohensin,” she replied, through gritted teeth.
Rhea caught the pride in the woman’s voice and inhaled deeply. “Talus will enjoy breaking you.” Slowly reaching down, Rhea slid her hand between her prisoner’s legs. In a lightening quick motion, the hunter lashed out with a harsh kick. Rhea was faster though. She was behind the prisoner in an instant, drawing a small blade gently across the delicate skin of Eventide’s throat. A small line of blood slipped downward and Rhea slid her tongue out to catch it, her searing breath against Eve’s skin. “Rest assured, next time your legs will be bound. My brother is not so easily denied.”
Sighing, Rhea slid the small blade back into the sleeve of her silk gown. Walking slowly back around the two prisoners to stand before them, she crossed her arms and made a thoughtful face. “Roan, take the drunkard to the dungeons. I’ll take the hunter Eventide to my brother’s chambers. He always had a special fondness for Cohensin women.”
“Shall I disarm him, mistress?” Roan hissed the question.
Rhea pondered it for a moment. “I doubt he’s sober enough to do anything with the weapons, save kill himself. Even if he is, it could prove to be mildly entertaining.” She watched Roan vanish with the male prisoner before turning to the young girl. “Surya, I want you to stand watch. If anyone comes near besides the dhampir that Talus seeks, burn them.”
“Pretty flames on pretty people,” murmured Surya before skipping out of the room.
After a minute or two, Rhea addressed Eve again. “All right pet, time to go.” She blinked as if seeing Eve’s clothing for the first time. “We’ll have to get you something a bit more appropriate to wear.”
“Over my dead body.”
Rhea raised an eyebrow before placing the palm of her hand against Eve’s forehead. Eve’s eyes rolled up and her head fell forward. She was unconscious. “Don’t tempt me, pet,” murmured Rhea. “Don’t tempt me.”
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