Page 93 of Red Ruin
I’d assume he was joking, but Remy’s energy is shockingly sincere.
My throat tightens.
No wonder his soul is lonely.
Decades, evencenturiesof loyalty mean nothing to the empire now that Remy’s bloodline power has reached its end.
“We can try to jog your memory,” I offer gently, but I’m not holding my breath.
My top priority is fucking him and Vhex back into fighting shape.
Can you bone a vampire hard enough to un-repress his memories of the dark ages?
I’m about to find out.
Meanwhile, the annoying itch in my veins reminds me I’ve been away from Vhex for too long.
Remy snags my wrist and sneers at the blue lines. “His venom lingers.”
“That’s not even a top ten problem.” I wave him off and press my badge.
The commander’s token comes with a ton of handy functions I haven’t had a chance to test. A thread of power sends my summons to everyone sworn to the Farguard.
My “all hands on deck” command is met with hundreds of vague mental acknowledgments, including a spirit hug from Vhex.
He must be doing fine.
The base isn’t even on fire.
After all the responses, I sense two blanks where someone hasn’t pinged me back. I frown. “Can a Sentinel silence mental notifications?”
“Can they?” Remy tilts his head.
His lucid window is closing.
Better keep him close.
I grab his hand. “Let’s check it out.”
“Let’s.” Remy curls our fingers, taking the chance to wind into my silks.
Following the non-response leads me to the basement lobby.
My throat itches. My body warms.
Stupid venom.
I shrug off the pull, catching a pulse of lust that has nothing to do with me and Vhex.
The signal comes from the suites, which should be emptied after the kobold attack. “Do you feel that?”
“No. I scent blood. One Sentinel. One Guide. Imprinted and…” Remy’s nose wrinkles. “Fucking quite passionately.”
It must be Simms.
The rogue S-class isn’t a top ten problem either, but he’s one Iwantto fix.
“Help me crack a skull real fast.” I tug Remy toward the guidance suites.
