The Frenzy Series (Book 2): Frantic by Casey L. Bond Read Free Book Online Page A

rotation?”
    I raked my hands through my hair. “I don’t think there will be one today.”
    “Why is that?” Dad asked.
    “The others are refusing to come. I can’t do it alone.”
    “Hell no, you can’t!” Dad’s voice boomed. He stood up. “The Elders won’t be happy about this.”
    “You can’t say anything! Let the night-walkers handle it, Dad. Please .”
    “What if they handle it by feeding on us all?”
    It was a valid question, and one I didn’t have an answer to. If the Elders couldn’t convince the colonists to volunteer, the night-walkers would find a way to feed, willing or not. And the citizens would live in terror. Because while the Infected threatened from afar, the vamps had no physical limitations whatsoever. I had seen pissed off vampires, and no one wanted to mess with that.

 

    Dara and I followed Roman to the pavilion—the very empty pavilion—this morning, and now we were making tracks toward Town Hall. The sun was rising. The wind was blowing. It seemed like a great day to either pick a fight or issue an ultimatum, and this impromptu meeting could go either way. Give the Elders time to talk some sense into the dumb humans, or else we tear their throats out. We were hungry, and none of us had eaten anything since yesterday morning.
    “I’m going hunting after this,” Dara whined. Dara always whined. “I don’t see why you keep giving Porschia all of our food. It just comes back up. It’s such a waste.”
    Roman groaned, obviously sick of her constant complaining. “She has to eat.”
    “No she doesn’t,” Dara argued. “Let her waste away. She obviously wasn’t cut out for this. She’s a freak! Those tiny fangs? It’s nature’s way of telling you she should die. She can’t even feed herself.”
    I growled low in my chest.
    Dara giggled. “Aww, Tage. We all know you have a soft spot for her, but Porschia is still hung up on her human lover, Saul. She doesn’t want you, does she?” she added with a baby-like pout.
    “I don’t want her either. Not like that, anyway. She’s my friend. But then you wouldn’t know anything about friendship, would you? You get on everyone’s nerves with your constant bitching and moaning.”
    “You’d love my moaning,” she teased, ignoring the insult. “Roman does.”
    Unfortunately, I knew he did. I’m sure half the Colony had heard the two of them rutting. Roman wasn’t really into her, but he had needs and Dara offered to scratch his itch. Often. Humans were too fragile for intimacy with a vampire, so the walls in Roman’s house banged a lot.
    However, their noisy lovemaking was nothing compared to the sound of Porschia trying to tear the cell bars out of the ceilings and floor. That made me really damn proud of her for some reason. But since I didn’t want the house to land on my head, I opened the cell. It was a win for everyone—everyone but Saul.
    Poor guy. She would’ve killed him. The look in his eyes when he realized his Porschia was about to kill him, and that a large part of her was gone forever? Misery. I’d seen it time and time again. They said that misery loved company, and I could attest to that fact. Because misery was a real hateful bitch – a bitch I’d like to throat punch almost as much as Dara. I didn’t hit women, never had, but Dara pushed that boundary. Hard.
    She thought Roman would protect her, but she thought wrong. I knew Roman. Oh, I hadn’t known him long, but I knew his type. He liked power. He liked being the alpha and he would stomp anything in his way, even his current plaything. He’d toss her away and keep right on walking, not even bothering to look back at her.
    A few people had already ventured out of their homes this fine morning, but one glance at us and they felt the need to revisit the sanctuary they’d just left.
    “Will the old men be awake at this hour?” I asked.
    “They’ll be at Town Hall, or else we will go find them at their homes and invite them