Page 13 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

“You know what, Feral? I can’t say I’m really into this big dick energy you’re giving off.”

The male twisted in his seat, shooting me a venom-dipped glare. There was something banked in his red eyes, something I couldn’t easily put a name to like I could with the need in Corry’s gaze. Whatever it was, it sent a shiver skittering down my spine and sunk straight into my core.

“What the fuck would you know about my dick, Princess?”

“Maybe I can sense it with my vampire senses or whatever. Like how you can apparently sense out my virginity. I can sense that you’re a dick.”

“Real fucking cute, Princess. Now, how about you shut that pretty little mouth like the good prisoner you’ve always been until we get home.”

Corry let out a whistle. “Wow… You could cut the sexual tension in here with a knife. I’d say get a room, but if you’re anything like our master, you would beat the fuck out of—”

“Shut the fuck up, Cor!” Vincent seethed.

For a second, I just stared at both of them, noting, in particular, the way Vincent exploded when their master was mentioned.

“Wait. My father… He was your master, right? Your…maker?”

It was Corry who gave a nod. “Yeah.”

“Did he…” I swallowed hard, knowing my next question was a dangerous one. “Did he hurt you guys?”

A barbed silence settled inside the car. Vincent turned on the engine, and the luxury car purred to life as he guided the car off my street and away from my prison.

“Your father, the vampire king, was not a good man if that’s what you’re asking. He was a cruel master, especially to his progeny. You’ll find that all four of us are glad that he’s dead.”

Well, there went all my fantasies about him being a good guy and about meeting him one day.

My stomach turned over with a sour taste that spread up my throat, leaving my tongue bitter and cottony. So dear old dad had been an evil prick.

I didn’t bother asking for more details about his personality or his relationship with his progeny. Besides, I was sure I’d find out more later.

“What I want to know is why he had me here, locked up with my mom? She lied to me. She made me believe I was sick. She told me I had a weak heart. But you two already knew that, don’t you? Because Dr. Sharpe is one of you.”

The two vampires shared a look. Corry looked back at me, frowning. “Sharpe is an Elder.”

“And who are the Elders?”

“A council of the oldest vampires in Massachusetts. Most of them are a part of the Cape Cod Coven.”

“The Cape Cod Coven?”

“Yeah, that’s us. The oldest coven in America. Founded by your father when he came over from England on the Mayflower.”

“My dad was on the Mayflower?”

“Yeah, but he’s a lot older than that. He came over to America with Sterling, who was turned in the twelfth century or something like that, right Vin?”

Vincent said nothing, his silence confirmation enough. He didn’t seem too pleased by his brother spilling all this information, but I was thankful that didn’t stop Corry from talking.

“And who’s Sterling?”

“Our master’s first progeny. He was a priest or something like that. He’s the only one of us four brothers who’s on the council of Elders. You’ll probably meet him tonight.”

“My dad turned a priest from the middle ages into a vampire?”

“Yeah, Master always had a sick sense of humor. Kinda got off on other people’s pain, and torturing a devout Catholic with eternal damnation was right up his alley.”

The meatloaf I’d had for dinner wasn’t sitting so well with me anymore. I was so naive to have actually believed my father was some rich, benevolent man who’d one day come for me. But I wouldn’t have ever guessed the reality. Turns out he was just an evil fuck. Sure, he was rich, and it was his sons who’d come for me. But none of that made me feel any better.

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