Desired by Morgan Rice Read Free Book Online

at least the two of them were here. That was good. Now al he had to do was find them. He would come upon them by surprise, and, he imagined, kil them both quite easily.
    Paris was a much simpler place. There was no grand vampire Council, like in Rome, that he had to answer to.
    Even better, there was a strong evil coven here, led by Napoleon. And Napoleon owed him.
    Kyle decided that his first order of business would be to track down the little runt and make him reciprocate. He would enlist al of Napoleon’s men to do whatever they could to track down Caitlin and Caleb. He knew Napoleon’s men could be useful if he should run into resistance. He would leave nothing to chance this time.
    But he stil had time. He could feed first, and get both his feet planted firmly on the ground.

    Plus, his plan here was already set in motion. Before he’d left Rome, he’d tracked down his old sidekick, Sergei, and had sent him back here ahead of him. If al had gone as planned, Sergei was here already, and hard at work executing their mission, infiltrating Aiden’s coven. Kyle smiled wide.
    There was nothing he loved more than a traitor, than a little weasel like Sergei. He had become a most useful plaything.
    Kyle bounded down the steps like a schoolboy, fil ed with joy, ready to plunge right into the city, to take whatever he wanted.
    As Kyle headed down the street, a street artist approached him, holding out a canvas and brush, gesturing for Kyle to al ow him to paint his picture. If there was anything Kyle hated, it was someone wanting to draw his picture. He was in such a good mood, though, he decided to let the man live.
    But when the man pressed his case, fol owing Kyle aggressively, thrusting his canvas towards him, he pushed it too far. Kyle reached over, grabbed his brush, and jabbed it right between the man’s eyes. A second later, the man dropped dead.
    Kyle took the canvas and tore it up over his corpse.

    Kyle continued on, quite happy with himself. This was already turning out to be a great night.
    As he turned down a cobblestone al ey, heading into the district he remembered, everything began to feel familiar again. Several prostitutes lined the streets, beckoning him.
    At the same time, two large men stumbled out of a bar, clearly drunk, and bumped hard into Kyle, not looking where they were going.
    “Hey, you jerk!” one of them yel ed at him.
    The other turned to Kyle. “Hey, one-eye!” he yel ed. “Watch where you’re going!”
    The big man reached out to give Kyle a hard shove to the chest.
    But his eyes opened wide in surprise when his shove didn’t work. Kyle hadn’t been budged at al ; it had been like pushing a stone wal .
    Kyle shook his head slowly, amazed at the stupidity of these men. Before they could react, he reached back over his shoulder, extracted his sword with a cling, and in one motion, swung it, chopping off both their heads in a fraction of a second.
    He watched with satisfaction as their heads rol ed, and both of their bodies began to slump to the ground. He put back his sword, and reached out and pul ed a headless corpse to him. He sunk his long fangs right into the open neck, and drank hardily as the blood squirted.
    Kyle could hear the screaming of the prostitutes erupt al around him, as they saw what had happened. This was fol owed by the sound of doors slamming, window shutters closing.
    The whole town was already scared of him, he realized.
    Good, he thought. This was the sort of welcome he loved.

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Caitlin and Caleb flew away from Paris, over the French countryside in the early morning, she holding tightly onto his back as he cut through the air. She felt stronger now, and felt that if she wanted to fly, she could. But she didn’t want to let go of him. She loved the feel of his body. She just wanted to hold him, to feel what it was like to be together again. She knew it was crazy, but after being apart for so long, she had a fear that if she let him