Whisper to Me (Borne Vampires Book 1) by W.M. Petzler Read Free Book Online Page A

on her neck, startled to see there was a yellowish-green bruise
left. No fang marks.
    How did she heal so fast?
    Too tired to dwell on the miracle, she went back
to the bed and stripped before crawling under the blankets. Should she call
Sheriff Willard and let him know she was alive?
    No, she had to give Rathe a chance to get to
safety before she alerted the authorities of her whereabouts. Afterwards, she
could explain what happened at the cabin and who was responsible for attempting
to murder her.
    God, she hoped Murphy was still around Mormon Lake,
so he could be arrested. Bastard deserved to be beaten for torching her brand
new car!

 
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    S quatted
down on his haunches, his immaculate, expensive white suit stained with blood,
he viewed his victim with distain. Placing a crooked finger under Murphy's
bloodied chin, he searched his ghoul’s unrecognizable face, torn and swollen
from the beating he gave him. Disgusted as the sniveling ghoul begged for his
life, Murphy had taken much pleasure in causing pain and suffering to others,
his own weakness apparent when he was unable to withstand his own torture.
    “Murphy, I want you to explain to me once again why the Slayer was alone and not protecting
his family.”
    “Master?”
    “I thought I made my orders quite clear. You were
to kill them, remember?”
    “We ... we tried, Master. Rathe came at us
shooting. That’s when we realized the others had disappeared.”
    “He always did love to play the hero.”
    Murphy started crying. “Master, the woman with
Romulas, she-she had strange eyes.”
    “Strange how?”
    “Like … like the painting you have, Master.”  
    “What did you say?”
    “She had … eyes.” Murphy tried to point at the two
oil paintings hung on the wall.
    Could it be her? “What color was her hair?”
    “Dark red.” Murphy raised his hand and tapped a
finger to his temple. “See, Master.”
    Peering inside Murphy’s mind, he couldn’t believe
it. It couldn’t be her, she was dead. Yet, the fullness of her lips, high
cheekbones, shape of her eyes and nose … it was her. Pained by the memories
always there in his head, always tormenting him, hope returned in the midst of
it all.
    She was alive!
    Snatching Murphy by the throat, he rose, forcing
the ghoul onto his feet. “What is her name?”
    “She’s called Mar ... Mariah Jordan.”
    “Mariah,” he said softly and closed his eyes. Forcing
his eyes open, the vertigo of her reappearance after all these long years left
him with a thousand questions. “Where is she now?”
    “She … she was with the Slayer.”
    Bringing Murphy close, his eyes narrowed
dangerously. “Did you kill her?”
    Gurgles of blood were Murphy's response. Roaring
his fury, he threw the lifeless body across the room, slamming into the wall
hard enough to damage the drywall. Tissue and blood splattered across the
pristine white paint in a beautiful macabre of death. Murphy slowly crumbled to
the floor.
    “Useless! Humans are completely useless beyond
food.” Glaring at his muscle-bound bodyguards, ghouls, who could only die when
he gave them permission to do so, he withdrew a neatly ironed, embroidered handkerchief
out of his breast pocket and wiped his hands clean of Murphy's blood.
    A knock on the door distracted him.
    One of the bodyguards opened it for the tall, sophisticated
vampire with golden-brown hair to enter. Alexander Walker was his second in
command and trusted confidant — well closer than anyone he allowed anyway. Alexander
kept his eyes on the floor as he neared him.
    “What is it, Alexander?”
    “My lord, it has been confirmed. Rathe Romulas died
in the fire.”
    “Excellent news, my friend. Spread the word we no
longer need fear the Slayer. Issue a substantial reward for his family. Three
million for the women, ten for his brothers. I want them alive. Yet, if they
wish to die than be captured, then give them their wish.”
    “Yes, my lord.”
    He watched Alexander back out,