Page 49 of Blood Bound (Blood Mafia 3)

I nod and look around the room. The two women that never seem to do anything but observe and drink sit on the couch. Their arms are crossed over their chest and they’re glaring at someone behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, my eyes widen when I see Anthia holding a heart in her hand.

“Uh.”

Evelyn pats my shoulder. “She’s all right, love, just processing the loss of her lover.”

Anthia kneels in front of me, holding the heart up. “Sisco’s dead.”

“I see that… what are you going to do with the heart, Anthia?”

In the dim light of the office, her eyes are shadowed and haunting.

Her red hair is splattered with crimson blood. “I’m going to put it in a jar.”

I’m ninety-eight-point-four percent certain this is not what Christina Perry intended when she released her album.

“So you’re going to kill him for good?” One of Sisco’s other women pipes up, running her fingers through her hair. “It’s about damn time you grew some spine.”

“Oh, shut up, Sissy, you’ve no room to talk.” The other one looks at her nails.

I blink, surprised at their sudden desire to speak.

“Screw you, Missy, you didn’t do jack shit either.”

Anthia glares at the two of them. “Quiet.”

Their mouths snap closed at her command, which is laced with compulsion and their faces pale.

“Neither of you lifted a finger to help when he…” she trails off, eyes bleeding to black. Her hand curls around the heart tight enough to make me worry.

Especially since she’s holding it near my face. I’m not in the mood to be splashed with Sisco’s blood. It may seem weird considering only moments ago I was covered in Grayson’s, but Sisco is an asshole.

“Anthia.” I place my hand on her shoulder and she lifts her gaze to mine. “Where’s he keeping our people?”

“He wasn’t lying, you know. We don’t know where Lacey or your parents are.”

My stomach sinks and I bite back a growl of frustration.

Where the hell can they be? Who would take them? The hunters didn’t have them, Sisco doesn’t have them.

I have no other enemies.

“Alissa, Anthia. Where is she?” Evelyn snaps her fingers in front of the vampire’s face.

Pulling myself from my thoughts, I stand and offer my hand to Anthia. She places the one without the heart in my palm and stands.

“I’ll take you to her.” Anthia goes to one of the bookshelves and yanks a bunch of roses from a vase. Then she lowers the heart inside of the glass and places it on the middle of the desk. Her lips twitch into a small smile. “Follow me.”

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