Page 136 of Evil Hearts

“You’re looking for that pretty blonde anapriek, yes?” she asked as she sauntered towards them, her hips swaying.

Knowing that Munro wouldn’t survive another attack from her kin he stepped in front of his brother and snarled, letting the change begin to take him.

“Hold yer beast, brother,” Munro clapped a hand on his shoulder.

Lachlan scowled and looked back, demanding answers with his gaze.

“She’s no’ like the others,” Munro explained, nodding towards her.

Lachlan sneered, “How can ye be so certain?”

Munro nodded back towards her, “Because she’s the one that let me go before they got the chance t’kill me.”

“What?” Lachlan narrowed his eyes at him, not sure if he believed his ears. “Why would ye not tell me that sooner?”

“Would ye have believed me sooner?” Munro cocked a brow.

Sighing in resignation and reversing what little change had taken hold of his body, Lachlan turned back to the female vampire. “What would you know of the anapriek?”

“I know my bastard of a brother and his lot of cockknobs have captured her and are planning to kill her.”

“Planning?” Lachlan growled, “Yer kind doona delay a kill if there’s no reason to!”

“Quite right. You’re not as dense as they like to believe,” the redhead cooed, polishing her nails on her dark green, leather bodice. “They’re expecting the two of you to attempt a rescue,” she rolled her hand, “The whole noble hero bit, you understand.”

“Is that why yer tellin’ us this?” Lachlan glared, taking a step towards her, “To lure us into yer nest?”

“Our… nest?” the vampire cackled, “My dear, what do you think we are?” She shook her head and held out her hand, “No, no. Don’t answer that. I feel it’d be a long and tiresome rant.” Sighing, she shrugged, “To be truthful, I hate my brother—hate the whole lot of them, actually; insufferable behemoths!—and I’d no sooner see their plans come to fruition than I would piss out a fire should they ever combust.”

“Ye talk funny,” Lachlan spat.

“So do you,” the redhead chirped.

“I like the way she talks,” Munro shrugged.

Lachlan shot him a look, “Who asked ye?”

“She helped me once before, brother,” Munro pointed out. “Perhaps she’d be willin’ to do it again if ye doona offend ‘er!”

“My my,” the redhead purred, “what a novel concept.”

Munro looked to her, his eyes pleading, “Ye wouldn’t deceive me, Anna, would ye?”

“Anna?” Lachlan nearly choked on his own gasp, “Ye even know the beast’s name?”

“Look at the pot calling the kettle black,” the redhead—Anna—sneered. “I see your brother’s the only one with any manners,” she smirked, “Though he’s certainly the only one with the looks.”

Munro blushed at that, and Lachlan stifled the urge to retch.

“Will ye take us to ‘er?” Lachlan asked, then, biting his lip at the formality, added “Please?”

Anna smiled at that, and Lachlan was surprised to see that her teeth weren’t the savage nightmare he’d always believed her kind to wield.

“There’s the magic word,” she nodded, turning away and leading them into the night.

Chapter Six:

Savior

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