Guy Mannering, Or, the Astrologer — Volume 02 by Walter Scott (inspirational novels .txt) 📕

eyes. Plus, having a fake dong strapped to her hips undermined her argument.

“You had orders to test his blood, and perhaps his seed if you deemed it necessary. You did not have orders to do . . . whatever you were planning,” Lilith’s eyes were emerald stone as she drilled them into Marcella. Apparently, there was a trick to avoid being bespelled by an elder vamp, and Lilith knew it.

The two women faced off for several uncomfortable seconds. Thankfully, an interruption occurred before it could devolve into violence. “What is the meaning of this?” Evelyn stood in the doorway. “And what is a Fae doing unconscious on the floor.”

“The answer to your first question is that Marcella was abusing her privilege, and I demand compensation,” Lilith’s voice was calm, too calm.

“You shall have it,” Evelyn took one look at the fake dong and ruled in Lilith’s favor. “Four times whatever you paid, Marcella.”

The young vamp’s eyes bulged at the order, and I had the feeling I was going to be rolling in green soon. That made me feel a little better.

“As for the Fae . . .” Lilith shrugged.

“She called me master and gave me power,” I felt like I needed to come to the Fae’s defense.

She, he, it; I wasn’t sure what they were, but they were passed out face down on the floor. It was four foot nothing, weighed seventy-five pounds soaking wet, and if I looked really hard, I swear to gods I could see thin, see-through wings on its back. Its hair was cut boyishly short, but I’d seen the same pixie-cut on women before. Its hair was an inhuman blue-white, but it looked natural on it. Its flesh was too pale beneath scruffy traveling clothes that smelled like exhaust, oil, and other fluids I was intimately familiar with. When a detailed look was complete, my first thought was traveling hobo; but I could sense they were Fae now that Evelyn mentioned it.

Whoever, and whatever, they were; they were another mystery.

“Very well,” Evelyn raised an eyebrow and gave me a closer look. “She is your responsibility.”

“Gather her,” Lilith ordered. “We’ll retreat to our suites for the remainder of the evening, and leave first thing in the morning to avoid any other . . . misunderstandings.”

“A car will be waiting out front,” Evelyn bowed her head. “On behalf of my coven, I apologize for Marcella’s . . . misguided actions,” the two women could play diplomacy with the best of them.

Lilith nodded and they left. Just like that it was over. Marcella was only going to get a slap on the wrist, but I was going to make bank. In my mind, that wasn’t exactly fair when I almost took a horse cock up the ass; but I had bigger things to think about.

As I scooped up the unconscious Fae, I felt something there. A thread that connected me and this Fae sprang to life on contact. It was thin and feeble, but it told me the creature in my arms was alive, unconscious, female, and without a doubt mine.

Chapter 6

I didn’t sleep much that night. Part of it was the party. Six hours after starting the turning, Jack pulled through. He looked exhausted, and needed to feed before being around anything with a pulse, but he was alive. Caroline was ecstatic, and the vamps had partied until the break of dawn. The music and celebration didn’t carry much through the well-built spa, but I could hear it when they got themselves riled up about something. In the back of my mind, I envisioned some type of blood orgy out of a Blade movie, but it was probably just drinking and dancing.

The other part was the fear that Marcella would sneak in during the dead of night and buttfuck me. It had been Evelyn and Lilith that punished her, but I had no doubt she held me responsible. She was a purist vampire, born not turned, and an elder to boot. She thought she was hot shit, and she was; but that still didn’t give her the right to bespell me like that.

Furthermore, I was a little pissed at Lilith, and I gave her a piece of my mind as we headed back to our suites.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” I snapped, the unconscious Fae in my arms was light as a feather. “Aren’t you supposed to tell me if you pimp me out? Hell, I was under the impression a little thing called consent still applied.”

“You’re right,” she didn’t put up a fight, and the look on her face, now that we were alone, was more than a little disturbed. “My mother passed the order down, and no one refuses my mother,” it sounded a lot like the warning Via had given me about the queen of the cabal. “Still, I should have informed you, and Marcella should not have bespelled you. I thought you would be more than willing to engage with her. She is . . .”

“A blood sucking bitch,” it clearly wasn’t what Lilith expected me to say, but it brought a small smile to her lips.

It made me realize that despite being a superpowered succubus, and probably one of the sexiest people in the world, she was still an eighteen-year-old teenager. She had insecurities, and apparently, one of them was her man thinking other people were attractive.

“I accept your apology,” I took the highroad, and meant it. “Now let’s just get the hell out of here.”

Everyone went to their separate rooms, and I took the Fae with me. Evelyn was crystal clear she was my responsibility. I laid her out on the foot of the king-sized bed, like a cat, and tried to get some sleep. I gave up after a few hours; where every creaking floorboard, and shout from the party, had me sitting upright