Page 95 of The Way You Bite
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Lexan waited in the SUV with Eric and four other Elites for fifteen minutes before weaving through an upscale neighborhood to an isolated house buried deep in the back. All stared at the small dot on the cell phone, which had been parked in the cup holder. It flashed a red dot for Vee’s location. In the passenger seat, Eric lit a cigarette. The flick of the lighter broke the tense silence inside the SUV.
“I thought you quit,” TC said.
Eric took a puff. “I figure we’re about to walk into a fucking trap, asking to get my ass killed…all of our asses killed.”
“Pass me one,” TC requested.
Eric held the pack out to Lexan, eyebrows raised.
“No snipes for me.” Lexan waved it off. A cigarette wouldn’t make this any easier. He didn’t like the diluted tobacco used these days anyway.
“Snipe?” Eric asked, laughing. “That’s so last century.”
Lexan flashed him a middle finger.
Eric laughed harder.
Their target house was in the middle of an upscale neighborhood of mini-mansions. The neighbors were within one or two acres. He gazed down the dirt drive at a well-lit, white Colonial-style house that looked new.
He reviewed in his mind the hundreds of deaths that had resulted from Ambrose’s killing of Vee’s mother. To what end did he incite a war in the States?
Text from Blay:In position. Will secure entire area as soon as you’re at the front. She’s inside.
Lexan crawled the car up the drive, the crunch of gravel under the tires the only sound. They got out and silently marched up to the front door.
Eric knocked.
The dark vampire who answered bowed his head. “Your Majesty. An honor.”
“I will speak to Ambrose,” Lexan ordered.
The door guard opened the door wide. “You were expected.”
Of course they were.
Lexan glanced around, counting six vampires hovering. Most acquiesced to him, but no respect came his way in their dark glares. They were directed into a downstairs sitting room.
“Good evening, Lexan. I see you survived after our last…meeting.” Ambrose grinned a cold smile.
“As did you.”
Ambrose waved at a chair in invitation. “I suspected you would follow her here.”
“I prefer to stand.” Lexan folded his arms across his chest.
“Suit yourself.” He sat, crossing his legs with a smug smile. “I was surprised to see a wolf marked Vee. But then, your theatrics to rescue her were quite interesting. So fascinating the king of werewolves wants a vampire.”
“Where is she?”
He waved his hand. “She’s here. We will get to her and your mysterious fascination with her. So, why use her as bait to speak with me now? I figured we’d see each other on opposite sides of the war. Please tell me this isn’t some political apology visit.”
“You killed Arie Scarpa and incited this Stateside skirmish. Why?”
The skin around his mouth tensed. Subtle. Otherwise, no outward emotion. “You have no proof.”
“I repeat, why?”
