Entwined With the Dark by Nicola Claire Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Nicola Claire
flicked my hair over my shoulder and battered my eyelashes at him. Then opened my jacket enough for him to see the flash of silver inside and gave him a glare. His sneer deepened. "I'm not sure about you," I said only loud enough for him and his vampire mate on the door to hear, "but I really wouldn't keep me waiting. I have a tendency to get bored when left alone for too long. Boredom creates urges I can't seem to deny. They always involve silver for some reason." Never show fear. Never give an inch.
He held my gaze for a moment, his a dead, flat grey. Then with a shrug of his shoulders, he opened the door and stood aside to let us walk in. Much to the annoyance of the impatiently waiting crowd. He growled in their direction, effectively silencing them, and then flashed fang at me when his face was out of their sight.
I smiled sweetly back at him and walked into the Vibe.
I'm not quite sure why it was called the Vibe. Vibe would have you believe there was some sense of emotional response to the environment when you entered through those double height doors. At least a feeling or atmosphere that resonated within. I didn't get anything like that here. It was pleasant enough, the colour strobe lights from outside continued on indoors. White walls and floor, white leather couches and tall bar stools, the odd white side table or high top to place your drinks upon. No plants, no live band, no pictures or mementoes to represent the owner's taste. Just colourful flashes of light, interspersed with stark white.
If there was any vibe I got off the place, it was one of a lack of soul. Why, oh why, did the Norms like it here?
I glanced at Sergei to my left, his eyes were narrowed and darting from place to place. Taking in the vampires in the room, any potential threats, possible escape routes. It had taken me three seconds to ascertain there were twenty vamps in this room alone, another dozen out the back, with a smattering downstairs in, what I can only guess is, the cellar. I was sure hoping it wasn't a torture chamber anyway.
As far as escapes routes went, there were the double doors we had just come through, one behind the bar and one off to the left hand side of the room. With a cloakroom and bathrooms off to the right. Not much. The further we went into the club, the harder retreat would be. But I wasn't here to back out. I had been summoned and even I don't ignore one of those.
I took a step forward, planning on asking the bartender where Amun could be found, when a shadow was cast across my face. Sergei and Nataliya both stiffened, but thankfully didn't strike, as I looked up into the familiar and amused sparkling blue eyes of a certain Nathair-Sgiathach .
Several thoughts flew through my head at once. Why was he here? Was he the lackey to the Master of the City as I had originally suspected? Or was he following my every move? And if so, why?
"Sebastian," I said in way of greeting.
"Hello, lass," he replied with that - now I knew - fake Scottish accent. "You would be well advised to turn around and leave this establishment, if you know what's good fer you." His words were whispered across my cheek as he leaned in as if to offer a kiss of welcome.
I straightened my back and stared into his startling blue eyes. Just what was he playing at?
We looked at each other for a second, maybe two, then I felt Sergei shift to a fighting stance and Nataliya take a step in front of my body to form a protective wall of muscle. But she hadn't stepped between me and the dragon-shifter, she had stepped between me and the oncoming group of very angry, very large, vampires.
"Too late," Sebastian sang softly and bled into the crowded room.
Oh shit. What did he know that I didn't?
Chapter 4
Meeting The All Mighty Master
There were six of them and they were all big, bulky and brutish. I couldn't see any weapons, but then they didn't need any. Their presence alone was deterrent enough. I wasn't sure if they were the regular security for
He held my gaze for a moment, his a dead, flat grey. Then with a shrug of his shoulders, he opened the door and stood aside to let us walk in. Much to the annoyance of the impatiently waiting crowd. He growled in their direction, effectively silencing them, and then flashed fang at me when his face was out of their sight.
I smiled sweetly back at him and walked into the Vibe.
I'm not quite sure why it was called the Vibe. Vibe would have you believe there was some sense of emotional response to the environment when you entered through those double height doors. At least a feeling or atmosphere that resonated within. I didn't get anything like that here. It was pleasant enough, the colour strobe lights from outside continued on indoors. White walls and floor, white leather couches and tall bar stools, the odd white side table or high top to place your drinks upon. No plants, no live band, no pictures or mementoes to represent the owner's taste. Just colourful flashes of light, interspersed with stark white.
If there was any vibe I got off the place, it was one of a lack of soul. Why, oh why, did the Norms like it here?
I glanced at Sergei to my left, his eyes were narrowed and darting from place to place. Taking in the vampires in the room, any potential threats, possible escape routes. It had taken me three seconds to ascertain there were twenty vamps in this room alone, another dozen out the back, with a smattering downstairs in, what I can only guess is, the cellar. I was sure hoping it wasn't a torture chamber anyway.
As far as escapes routes went, there were the double doors we had just come through, one behind the bar and one off to the left hand side of the room. With a cloakroom and bathrooms off to the right. Not much. The further we went into the club, the harder retreat would be. But I wasn't here to back out. I had been summoned and even I don't ignore one of those.
I took a step forward, planning on asking the bartender where Amun could be found, when a shadow was cast across my face. Sergei and Nataliya both stiffened, but thankfully didn't strike, as I looked up into the familiar and amused sparkling blue eyes of a certain Nathair-Sgiathach .
Several thoughts flew through my head at once. Why was he here? Was he the lackey to the Master of the City as I had originally suspected? Or was he following my every move? And if so, why?
"Sebastian," I said in way of greeting.
"Hello, lass," he replied with that - now I knew - fake Scottish accent. "You would be well advised to turn around and leave this establishment, if you know what's good fer you." His words were whispered across my cheek as he leaned in as if to offer a kiss of welcome.
I straightened my back and stared into his startling blue eyes. Just what was he playing at?
We looked at each other for a second, maybe two, then I felt Sergei shift to a fighting stance and Nataliya take a step in front of my body to form a protective wall of muscle. But she hadn't stepped between me and the dragon-shifter, she had stepped between me and the oncoming group of very angry, very large, vampires.
"Too late," Sebastian sang softly and bled into the crowded room.
Oh shit. What did he know that I didn't?
Chapter 4
Meeting The All Mighty Master
There were six of them and they were all big, bulky and brutish. I couldn't see any weapons, but then they didn't need any. Their presence alone was deterrent enough. I wasn't sure if they were the regular security for
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