Blood Trinity by Sherrilyn Kenyon, Dianna Love Read Free Book Online

Whereas Brina was an advocate when acting as liaison between Beladors and their goddess Macha,Sen was strictly a conduit between VIPER agents and the Tribunal.
    Sen enforced Tribunal decisions. No advocacy.
    Especially not where Evalle was concerned.
    Macha and her Beladors had to abide by Tribunal decree. To go against it would turn all Beladors into enemies of the VIPER coalition. They would all be marked as outlaws and ordered for execution. If that happened, Evalle’s tribe would battle on all fronts, not just with predatory nonhumans and other powerful beings.
    She shuddered at that thought. “Brina would
never
speak up for me.”
    “Have a little faith in her. She
will
intervene if I tell her you didn’t shift and kill a human.”
    And Evalle was supposed to trust in that? She could feel the prison door already closing on her.
    She clenched the handle of her dagger. “I might show faith in Brina if she’d ever shown some in
me
without you asking for it first. Regardless, she can’t stop the suspension. If I don’t find proof of what really did the killing, I am screwed. You know what VIPER will do if I don’t find the flaming demon to prove otherwise.” She held up her hand when Tzader’s eyes thinned to his look of lecture mode. “Neither of us has time for this argument, and I’m not walking into VIPER without something in hand to prove my innocence. Call me after your meeting and we’ll team up.”
    “I can hunt after daylight, so don’t take any chances. Do you even know where the other Cresyl is?”
    “Not yet, but I will soon even if I have to rattle every Nightstalker in the city.” But hopefully it wouldn’t come to that. She’d try Grady first.
    Even though he was a pain in the butt and made her work for every piece of intel she squeezed out of the old ghoul, he was one of the best informants when it came to anything supernatural.
    Tzader looked around the street, taking stock of everything seen and unseen. “Your bike in the area?”
    “Parked on the next block.” Her cell phone buzzed with a text message. She reached to pull the phone from the back pocket of her jeans.
    He checked his watch. “I gotta go or I’ll be late. I’ll call you soon as I’m free, but worst case I’ll swing by your place after daylight.”
    “Okay.” She lifted the phone into view as Tzader’s swiftly moving form disappeared in seconds. The text was from Kellman, one of two teenage male witches who lived on the streets because they had no family and no coven.
    The message was simple: SOS … demon.
    She took off running and punched up the GPS program Quinn had installed in her phone that would trace back a cell call to a location.
    Please, please let the demon threat be the Cresyl’s mate. For once in her life, let her be lucky …
    With fewer than ten demons seen in this region in a year, that was a good bet.
    At the next intersection, she hung a left and pulled out her remote key, pressing it when she got within fifty feet of her motorcycle, a metallic gold Suzuki GSX-R. She adored her gixxer, which bolted down the highway like a bullet. The headlight flashed once, scaring away the vagrants huddled around the bike. She kinetically freed her full-face helmet from where it was hooked over the mirror on the handlebar and strapped it on as she straddled the bike, then fired up the engine.
    Pulling away from the curb, she rolled on the throttle sharply. The front tire lifted off the ground for fifty feet.
    In twelve minutes, she was cruising along Metropolitan Parkway. She turned onto the cross street indicated on her cell phone, drove a quarter mile and stopped in front of a brick building for a trucking firm that was closed on Sundays according to the schedule on the door. She listened for the boys above the low buzz of her engine.
    Nothing.
    But that being said, the air reeked of a distinct sulfur stench.
    Strong. Vibrant. Deadly.
    The smell of well-fed demons.
    And inside were two scared