Blood Redemption by Tessa Dawn Read Free Book Online

had just been born thirty days before— the words nearly got stuck in his psyche, but he forced them out— to a couple in the house of Jadon.
    Diablo literally recoiled. His face turned pale, and he nearly staggered back. “Stop!”
     He spoke out loud, obviously hoping to halt the words before they became irretrievable.
    Dane’s mouth fell open. “What did you do!” He rushed the words, sounding nearly hysterical.
    Damien continued to speak telepathically. I was grief-stricken. I—
    Stole an effin’ child from the house of Jadon ? Diablo supplied incredulously.
    Dane shook his head in disbelief. Tell me it was at least the Dark One, the evil twin that you took? he demanded .
    The unnamed one had already been sacrificed…or I would have. If it were possible to whisper telepathically, Damien’s words would have been barely
     audible. But, he added quickly, Saber was consecrated by the Dark Lord S’nepres; he was ushered in to the house of
     Jaegar by the twin demon lord of his birth—you’ve seen his hair. He is truly one of
     us! I swear , down to the soulless cavern in his empty chest , b y all that is unholy, Saber is your brother. He is my son!
    Dane covered his mouth with his hands.
    Diablo stared down at the ground.
    And silence overwhelmed the dark lair.
    The guards grew restless and shuffled their feet, yet still the silence lingered.
    When, finally, enough time had passed for the males to process what they had heard,
     Diablo looked back up and regarded his father with disgust, the betrayal in his eyes
     as stark as it was unbearable to look upon. “You need to keep your mouth shut, Father.
     You need to ask for legal counsel before your head ends up on a pike…or worse. Do
     you understand?”
    Damien nodded, feeling utterly helpless. “Yes, yes, of course. And the two of you—you
     don’t need to worry. You won’t be implicated. How could you be?”
    Dane laughed then, loud and sardonic, the sarcasm in his voice echoing throughout
     the lair. “Have you lost your damn mind?” he snarled. “Do you not know who we are?
     Where we are?” He looked around the room, gestured at the garrison of soldiers standing
     before them, each male born and bred from evil since the day he was born, all of them
     immersed in a world where mercy and compassion were mocked as weaknesses. “Forget
     your eight-hundred-year-old logic. This is the house of Jaegar . We are his blood descendants. Our bodies have no souls; our lives have no value; and our brethren
     have no duty outside of obedience to the code of this house. You violated that code,
     and should Oskar Vadovsky get a wild hair up his ass to exact vengeance, just for
     the hell of it, we are all as good as dead.”
    Damien nodded, almost unconsciously.
    He watched as each of his sons was handcuffed in turn, restrained, and led to the
     door of the lair, surrounded by enemies of their own kind; and he couldn’t help but
     wonder: Was this the last time the three of them would ever gather together as free
     vampires?
    Had he really lost everything ?
    Dear Dark Lords of Hell, what had he done ?

    Saber Alexiares awoke in a rage. He shot up from the cot, momentarily disoriented,
     and rushed toward the bars. He didn’t know what was driving him, but something was
     wrong.
    Terribly wrong.
    His face flushed, his skin heated, and he felt his eyes change, the pupils growing
     narrow and more severe. “My brothers!” he shouted to no one in particular.
    Ramsey Olaru rose slowly from a wide, leather armchair and sauntered toward the cell,
     regarding the prisoner warily. “Come again?”
    Saber snarled, feeling almost mad with rage. “Dane…Diablo.” The words were nearly
     incoherent as he murmured them. “My brothers.”
    Ramsey stopped short in front of the cell door. “You need to calm down, Chief.” He
     assessed Saber from head to toe. “You’re too weak in your current condition to put
     off this kind of aggression.”
    Saber drew back on his