Blood Bound by Patricia Briggs Read Free Book Online

heroes who put their lives on the line to protect the weaker humans. The Marrok, like the fae before him, chose to keep as much of the werewolves’ darker aspects as carefully hidden as he could.
    But I think most of the credit for the peaceful acceptance of the revelation belongs to the fae. For more than two decades the fae had managed to present themselves as weak, kindly, and gentle—and anyone who has read their Brothers Grimm or Andrew Lang knows just what a feat that is.
    No matter what Samuel threatened, his father, the Marrok, would never agree to expose the vampires. There was no way to soft-pedal the fact that vampires fed on humans. And once people realized there really were monsters, they might just realize that werewolves were monsters, too.
    Stefan knew what the Marrok would say as well as Samuel did. He smiled unpleasantly at the werewolf, exposing his fangs. “The mess has been taken care of. I called my mistress before I brought Mercy home. We don’t need werewolves to clean up after us.” Stefan was usually more polite than that, but he’d had a bad night, too.
    â€œThe other vampire gave you false memories,” I said to distract the men from their antagonism. “Was that because he was a sorcerer?”
    Stefan tilted his head, as if he were embarrassed. “We can do that with humans,” he said, which was something I didn’t want to know. He saw my reaction and explained, “That means we can leave those we casually feed from alive, Mercedes. Still, humans are one thing, and vampires another. We’re not supposed to be able to do it to each other. You don’t have to worry, though. No vampire can remake your memory—probably not even one who is a sorcerer.”
    Relief climbed through me. If I were going to pick things I didn’t want a vampire to do to me, messing with my thoughts was very high on the list. I touched my neck.
    â€œThat’s why you wanted me with you,” I sat up straighter. “You said he’d done it to another vampire. What did he make the other vampire think he’d done?”
    Stefan looked wary…and guilty.
    â€œYou knew he’d kill someone, didn’t you?” I accused him. “Is that what he did to the other vampire? Make him think he’d killed someone?” The memory of the slow death I hadn’t been able to prevent made me clench my fists.
    â€œI didn’t know what he would do. But yes, I believed that he had killed before and made my friend think he had done it.” He spoke as if the words left a bitter taste in his mouth. “But I could not act without proof. So more died who should not have.”
    â€œYou’re a vampire,” said Samuel. “Don’t try to make us believe you care when innocents die.”
    Stefan met Samuel’s eyes. “I have swallowed enough death in years past that more sickens me, but believe as you wish. So many deaths threaten our secrets, werewolf. Even if I cared nothing for any human’s death, I would not have wanted so many to die and endanger our secrets.”
    So many to die?
    His sureness that noise wouldn’t disturb anyone in the hotel when Littleton had invited us in became suddenly clear. The thing I’d seen kill the woman would not have hesitated to kill as many people as he could. “Who else died tonight?”
    â€œFour.” Stefan didn’t look away from Samuel. “The night clerk and three guests. Luckily the hotel was nearly deserted.”
    Samuel swore.
    I swallowed. “So the bodies are just going to disappear?”
    Stefan sighed. “We try not to have disappearances of people who will be missed. The bodies will be accounted for in such a way as to cause as little fuss as possible. An attempted robbery, a lover’s quarrel that got out of hand.”
    I opened my mouth to say something rash, but caught myself. The rules we all had to live by weren’t Stefan’s