Page 58 of The Fury Queen's Harem

CHAPTER 15

We flew in a triangular formation toward the Vampire Tower.

My mates’ worries for me were so intense they were tangible on my wings. Somehow, as I put distance between us, I could feel the link between us all, though faint and hazy.

I made sure the hunters saw me.

They shouted excitingly at the sight of the three Furies. Arrows and beams passed us by and they chased after us down below.

As soon as we approached the Vampire Tower, we swooped and touched down.

The vampires guarding the tower tensed in fear, but they’d fight me if their lord ordered them to.

“I’m bringing you flesh blood,” I told them.

Comprehension hit their marble-cold faces.

The vampires immediately cooperated and darted into their black tower, ready for a good ambush.

The guards at the gate gave me a wide berth.

We waited until the hunters could see us and flew through the door.

With their weapons thrust before them, the hunters boldly charged into the tower. The vampires didn’t stop them. While a few meaner hunters turned the guns toward the vampires, the bloodsuckers, who could duck faster than bullets with their preternatural speed, snatched the weapons out of the hunters and dragged their prey into the tower.

The vampires were smart not to sink their teeth into the hunters’ necks and drain them right on spot. They wouldn’t want to discourage the rest of the hunters from entering their lair.

My enemies kept charging into the death trap to hunt me. I let out a satisfied sigh as three of us flew up toward the high floors.

The tower was a vast skyscraper left by an old civilization. There was plenty of room for three of my Furies to fly around and up.

The hunters on the ground raised their weapons to shoot either me or the vampires—mostly me—but my hosts were fast enough to drag their victims into the maze of different rooms to consume them.

Angry snarls from struggling and fighting, delightful hisses from feeding, and screams of pain filled the Vampire Tower.

It sounded like a fun party.

The Vampire Lord stood at the high railing, watching while I alighted behind him on the black-and-white marble floor under a diamond chandelier.

The strikingly handsome Vampire Lord looked bored and bleak.

He hadn’t recovered from the blow delivered by the Wickedest Witch. If there was any consolation, Akem, my former boss, had suffered worse fate at her hands.

But if I’d thought for a second that Desdemona was tired of life, I was mistaken.

His eyes turned crimson with hunger.

“Secure the food resources,” he ordered sternly, his voice echoing in every corner of the tower, powered by his vampire magic. “Do not drain them. Our livestock are running low. Time to replenish them.”

As I watched the vampires subdue the hunters, I wondered why there wasn’t a single demon entering the tower. Then it dawned on me.

They must know that the Vampire Tower was a trap.

How could they know?

I recalled that I’d tossed two demons into the tower a few days ago. Were the demons hive-minded, so the two demons could have warned the rest of their kind? Too bad my scheme fell apart due to my limited demonology knowledge.

Or Elvey could have warned his demon army. As a powerful Fae mage, he would have smelled of the foul, dark magic that dwelled in the Vampire Tower.

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