Page 6 of Bloodmoon Hit
“What’s your name, little one?” I ask, stepping in her direction.
I could hear the way her heart beats, and how she was trying to keep her breathing calm. She was good, but I knew she was scared. Or at least nervous.
She takes another step back, loses her balance, and if I didn’t move when I did, she’d have fallen backward.
“Easy, little one,” I keep my voice gentle. This woman isn’t only beautiful, she’s something else. Something that doesn’t even have to do with the fact she’s the daughter of a god.
I curl an arm tighter around her waist and straighten her. “What’s your name?” I ask once again. A part of me needed to know her name.
“Umm, Jett,” she whispers and licks her lips.
“Jett,” I murmur her name, liking the way it sounds on my lips. “What’s your last name?”
“Boyer,” she answers. She blinks and then says, “My name’s Jett Boyer. And you are?”
Smirking, I tell her my name. “Aziz Diamantis.”
“Aziz Diamantis,” she utters my name with nothing more than a breath.
I let her go, but don’t move out of her space.
“What are you doing out here so late at night?” It might not be my business, but those vamps had been lying in wait for a woman, and my guess, it was this one. I heard them laughing when I found them. They joked about how she ran from them.
Jett straightens, takes a step back, and seems to get her wits about her. “It’s none of your business what I’m doing out here so late. Maybe I should be calling the cops for what I just witnessed.”
“And what did you just witness?” I ask, cocking a brow.
“You know exactly what I just saw,” Jett snaps, with a huff in her tone. She was annoyed with me. She’d actually gone from nervous to annoyed.
“You won’t be able to prove it, little one.” This scene will be cleaned before anyone comes across it. “Besides, you should be thanking me. They’d been lying in wait for a woman, and I’m guessing that woman was you.” I watch the way her eyes widen, and she visibly swallows.
“They were waiting for me?”
The way she asks this question and the look on her face, I’m sure she’s talking to herself, but that doesn’t stop me from answering.
“Those vamps are a part of a group called the Night Dwellers. They’re a pain in the ass as they seem to think they can taunt and scare the residents of Redwich while feasting on them.”
“And you don’t?”
Grinning, I slowly shake my head. “If I wanted a warm body to drain, I wouldn’t do it here in town. It’s one of the rules we have in place. What’s that saying that humans use all the time? You don’t shit where you live?”
Jett cocks her head slightly, sighs, and then turns away, starting to walk. Watching her, I get a good view of her backside and find I rather enjoy the view of her walking away. Her ass is glorious.
As much as I want to follow after her, I have other things to do. Like report back to Orpheus that I’ve found the daughter of Apollo. I don’t know what he wants me to do with her, but I don’t think she’s a threat to him or anyone else. Something about her called to me, though, and it wasn’t her blood.
Shoving my hands in my pockets, I walk the half block down the street toward Dyrk. I spot Dreven and Silvan, and send them to handle the corpses. Unlike in movies, when we’re killed, we don’t just turn to dust or shrivel up into a decaying mess. Their bodies do decay rather rapidly, but they still last a while. It’s why the bodies are going to be moved and buried.
Once I’ve given them their orders, I go in search of Orpheus. I find him sitting in a back booth. The club was still open and would be until early morning for those of the night. Humans typically stopped coming in around midnight, and the place was clear of them an hour later. We stayed open, though, for those who wanted to commune among themselves.
I’m not surprised to find Sibley sitting across from Orpheus. It’s typical to find her staying close to him. Some have questioned whether the two of them were mates. This isn’t a rumor to be found true. Sibley has set more than one vampire in their place for asking such a thing. The reason for her sitting there is she claims it’s the family table and keeps her from killing those who annoy her.
Maybe if she let herself have it, she’d have found a mate of her own. Vampires don’t mate as other supernaturals do, such as the shifters and were-folk around here. We typically find someone we want as ours, and there’s a blood exchange involved. Usually this is done between vampires, thoughthere have been times when a vampire will mate with other supernatural beings.
“You found the girl,” Sibley remarks as I take my seat next to her.
“I did,” I confirm, meeting Orpheus’s gaze and not worrying about the fact my sister spoke for me. Cocking my head slightly, I look at her and ask, “What did you see?”
Sibley takes a breath, her eyes going white. “She’s special. Unlike others. Pure and loved. Wanted by those who would destroy the light inside her. Turn her dark. She’s the key to destroying the sun. Or so they believe. Only when she’s with the mate who can protect her, shield her from the dangers, will she be safe from what the darkness holds. Though she’s born of the sun, she was born for the night. Follows both the sun and the moon together as one. She’d not harm those who want to see her harmed. It’s not who she is. Protect her and love her. That’s Apollo’s demand. That is his will.”
