Amaury's Hellion by Tina Folsom Read Free Book Online Page A

how this animosity had started, but when it came down to it, the two factions were at war. It was all about witches being good and vampires being bad, which was all a bunch of horsecrap anyway.
    “I can’t help you anymore when it comes to my profession. And we both know that alleviating the pain with sex is only a temporary measure. You’ll need to find something permanent.” He’d paused, before he’d suddenly changed his tone. “There’s one thing I can do though.”
    Amaury had looked at the doctor as he’d lowered his voice as if he was afraid of being overheard. With two steps Drake had crossed the distance between them.
    “There’s a witch who owes me a favor. I’ll talk to her on your behalf and see whether she knows how to release you from your pain. But I can’t promise anything.”
    Amaury had shaken the doctor’s hand, grateful there was a glimmer of hope, no matter how faint. Over a week had passed since, and still there was no reply from Drake.
    An angry voice pulled him back into the present. “Whoever it was, we’ll get the bastard,” Zane replied, rage rolling off him.
    “You okay?” Gabriel asked suddenly.
    Amaury jerked his head. “Yeah, sure.” But he wasn’t certain for how long he would be alright. Already the ride in the car had taxed his mind. If he had to spend another half hour with them and feel their agitated emotions invade his head, he’d go crazy.
    “What did Oliver say?”
    “He’ll be here in about twenty minutes. He said he had to MapQuestthe address first,” Carl assured him.
    Amaury rolled his eyes. MapQuest ? What would these young kids do if they didn’t have a computer? They wouldn’t find their way around their own back pockets. When Amaury had grown up, there had barely been any accurate maps of an entire continent, let alone a neighborhood.
    Amaury shook his head and glanced at his colleagues. The four vampires from New York sat slumped in the chairs and on the sofa. Carl stood to the side as Amaury continued pacing back and forth. He needed to be alone and rest his mind.
    “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Carl whispered to him.
    He nodded.
    “It wasn’t a coincidence that you had to park the car outside the garage. It gave somebody the opportunity to mess with it. Somebody planned this.”
    Amaury leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. It was pretty evident. Somebody was trying to stop them from getting reinforcements in. Which meant somebody was watching them and knew their every move. They would have to be on their toes every minute of the day and night.
    “You wouldn’t have any bottled blood on you, Carl, would you?” Yvette asked.
    Carl pulled out a flask from his jacket pocket and handed it to her. “There isn’t much. It’s just my emergency stash.”
    Yvette pushed the bottle back into his hand. “Keep it. I can hold out for a little while longer.”
    “No, please, I don’t need it. I fed earlier,” Carl insisted and handed the bottle back to her.
    To Amaury’s knowledge Carl had never fed from a human. He’d been raised on bottled blood and was comparably young. He’d been a vampire for only eighteen years, sired by Samson who’d found him dying after a vicious attack. Carl was the only vampire ever created by Samson.
    “No, thanks, that’s okay.” When she tried to hand the bottle back to Carl, Zane jerked up from the couch and snatched it.
    “Take the damn bottle, Yvette, and shut up! We all know how cranky you get when you haven’t fed, so do us all a favor and drink.” Zane gave her an exasperated look as he shoved the flask into her hand.
    Inwardly Amaury had to grin. She could be an absolute pain when she was hungry. At least he didn’t have to be the one she would be annoyed with for the next few hours. Zane had just taken over that favorite spot.
    Yvette grunted something incomprehensible and put the flask to her mouth. Amaury smelled the blood and felt his own stomach constrict. He normally fed only