A Hunters Promise by Gwendolyn Cease Read Free Book Online Page B

been trained from a child to kill without much thought and, yet, here he was being asked to step into the role of scholar. What a joke, but Joelle hadn’t been laughing when she’d asked him for the favor. He was obviously pussying out if he’d agreed to do this, but he was here now.
    Quenton came out of the stacks with a book in hand and froze. The two of them eyed one another, and Reaper wondered what the other man was thinking. Normally, the two of them did nothing but snipe at each other, and Reaper never came to the library unless he had to. That had changed, though, when he’d helped Quenton discover why Joelle was so sick. The two of them had uncovered the truth behind the Liaison and Hunter bond, which had ultimately saved Joelle’s life.
    “Is there a meeting I’m unaware of?” Quenton asked in his rich British accent. The guy always sounded like he was going to ask if you had an appointment then offer you tea. Reaper knew he wasn’t, since he could be a real asshole.
    “No, there’s some kind of emergency, and Joelle had to go to the COM. She asked if I’d come here and help you with the information search.”
    Quenton nodded, his face unreadable. Reaper thought if he could see the guy’s eyes he’d be able to maybe get a bead on his thoughts, but Quenton had them covered. As was his custom, he wore small silver frames with black lenses, which totally disguised his eyes. Reaper knew the irises were a dark ruby red, a gift from the man’s demon father. Beyond that, he didn’t know much else about him. Didn’t know how old he was. Didn’t know where he’d come from or where he went at night. Didn’t know if someone was waiting for him.
    Reaper shut the door on that thought. Who cared if the man was hooked up? He hadn’t ever given Quenton a minute’s thought until Grimm had said the man had a thing for him. He truly doubted it though since Grimm was a dick. Of course, most people said the same thing of Reaper.
    “I found a number of journals that I think may be relevant to what we need, but haven’t had time to go through them.”
    “I can read,” Reaper said, with just a bit of heat in his voice. Most people thought all he could do was kill and fuck, but Reaper had been sent to school. He didn’t have any fancy college degrees, but he read quite a bit. Not that he shared that with anyone.
    Quenton motioned him to follow, and the two of them went back to the room where the oldest documents were kept. This was the place they found the journal containing information about the vampire and the human woman. Quenton picked up a sheath of old parchment pages and carried them to a desk.
    “These are pages from an Ancient. They are a combination of journal pages and letters. I’m fairly certain he mentions a human he’s connected with, but I haven’t gotten very far. Let me get you some gloves so you can handle the pages.”
    Reaper sat in the squeaky chair and turned on a small lamp. He was so large he overwhelmed the small desk. He also hoped like hell he didn’t end up breaking the chair. Gloves were placed on the desk in front of him. Shit, Quenton moved so quietly Reaper hadn’t even heard him. He wondered again about the man and where he’d come from.
    “The Ancient who wrote these pages was born after the author of the journal we found. Of course, that was written around the twelfth century. I believe this one is possibly sixteenth or seventeenth century. I skimmed it, and he writes about someone who intoxicates his senses.”
    “Yep, flowery bullshit poetry,” Reaper said, shaking his head. “Why do these dudes feel like they have to write like that?”
    Quenton tapped his chin. “Perhaps he felt that saying he wanted to fuck the shit out of her wasn’t poetic enough.”
    Reaper snorted. “Yeah, but it sure as hell gets the point across.”
    Quenton laughed, and Reaper didn’t think he’d ever heard him do that before. It wasn’t as if the two of them were friends or even mild