Page 54 of Spooks & Specters

Terry knelt down next to Kit. “Hey. My name is Doctor Terry Sanchez. Would you mind if I did a quick examination?”

Examination? Kit looked at Kage.

“Terry belongs to my clan,” Kage said.

Clan? There was a clan of demons like Kage. And holy shit, this doctor was one of them? But, but he looked normal. Which was kind of the point, wasn’t it?

“He won’t hurt you. Besides, Nox attacked you. He bit you and took your blood. That’s how he was able to assume your identity. Please, let Terry look you over,” Kage asked.

Kit shuddered as he gently touched his neck. “Yeah, okay. At some point, I need someone to tell me what all of you are and what that thing was that bit me. The werewolf was self-explanatory, though.”

Terry snickered. “Yeah, no mistaking what a werewolf is. Kit? Why don’t I help you up and into a chair? That floor has got to be cold and hard. Then I’ll take a look at you. Is that okay?” Terry asked as he held out his hand.

Kit stared at Terry’s hand for a full thirty seconds before he finally nodded. “Yeah, thank you.”

Kit took Terry’s hand and stood up.

“Okay? Any dizziness?” Terry asked once Kit was on his feet. “Blurred vision?”

“No. I feel fine.” But fine was very, very subjective. Kit wasn’t sure if he’d ever feel fine again. He was certain he’d never look at a shadow the same way. Good God, he might never sleep again.

“Good. Take your time. I’m right here in case you get dizzy.” Terry helped Kit into a chair in Austin’s room, then he did a quick examination.

Apparently Kit was okay physically, which was great to know. But mentally? He wasn’t too sure. His whole life just got turned on its head. He didn’t know what was in store for him, but it couldn’t be much worse than this.

Right?

One thing was for sure, Kit hoped he never laid eyes on Don again.

A Midnight Bite

Chapter One

BAH. HUMANS.

They were fickle creatures with ridiculous lifespans who were, as luck would have it, filled with the substance of life. A substance that his species could not survive without.

What was that substance? Blood. Beautiful, hot blood that tasted divine. But humans were also vain idiots who had no loyalty whatsoever. Any good-looking vampire who whispered sweet nothings in their perfectly shaped ears could draw their attention and off they went.

Bah. Humans.

Couldn’t live with them and couldn’t slaughter them all unless vampire kind wanted to die out.

Raven glared at his reflection—yes, vampires could see their reflection—and applied black lipstick. He was looking rather spectacular, if he did say so himself, and he did. His long hair fell like a black waterfall to his shoulders, perfect as always. As usual, he wore dramatic makeup: smoky eye shadow, which really emphasized his black eyes, as did the exaggerated black eyeliner. The black lips were a nice touch too.

He wore a black Victorian Goth tailcoat with bold silver scrollwork down the front of the jacket and across the small of his back. The matching vest had large pearl buttons. His pants were black, as were his dress shoes. Very vintage, very Victorian Goth.

Grabbing his top hat—which was black of course—he waited for the elevator to arrive at his penthouse. One of his soldiers should have his black Corvette waiting for him. He wasgoing to his club, Club Nomadic, and drowning his sorrows, even if it killed him.

Ha. He always enjoyed that saying because there was only one thing that could end his immortal life, and a simple drink wasn’t it.

Why yes, he was being rather dramatic. His primary feeder had just up and abandoned him with no warning whatsoever. Raven had invested two years of his immortal life—yes, he knew that was nothing in the grand scheme of things—into that human, and this was the thanks he got.

Bah. Humans.

Another vampire had turned the pretty little human’s head, and that was that. The little idiot left without another thought. Raven had been devastated. Devastated.

So he’d ease his broken heart in the hot body of the human variety.

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