Blood Bath, A Paranormal/Urban Fantasy (The Maurin Kincaide Series Book 4) by Rachel Rawlings Page A
Authors: Rachel Rawlings
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open for me. "I don't know, new liaison I guess."
"What?"
He shrugged his massive shoulders and nudged me i nside the room before I could pump him for more information. The door bumped my ass, knocking me further into the room as he closed it. I turned and scowled even though he couldn't see it.
"There she is. See , darling, I told you not to worry. Maurin always finds her way." Kedehern was behind the bar again, mixing something that looked like a tequila sunrise- I bet that wasn't grenadine. He looked like Hugh Hefner in his heyday, smoking jacket and all.
Agrona looked up from her paper, devoid of the worry my appearance was supposed to wash away. "Something to drink , dear?" She took the highball glass from her husband, swirling the stirrer before taking a sip.
"Vampire." I eyed the vampire king slide behind the bar and mix the vodka, Chambord, cranberry and lime just to be sure of no funny business.
"Interesting choice given your latest assignment." Agrona gave a small laugh and then set her drink on the small end table beside her settee. She swung her satin p ajama covered legs around and leaned in. "Unless of course you're craving blood. Feeling the side effects of the marking?"
"How did you know that? What side effects?"
She laughed, a full belly laugh. "I didn't need anyone to tell me he would try to mark you. He fears what you will become, daughter of Arawn. As for the side effects? Well, it's been said that the marked feel their master's hunger. It's what drives the slave’s desire to feed the master, to quench the burning thirst and ease the pain."
Kedehern handed me the drink, it was a dark red color, suddenly turning my stomach. I hesitated, the glass perched on my lips but before the delicious concoction could pass over my tongue I set the glass down. With a little wink, he picked it up. "Perhaps an Irish coffee instead."
"Thanks." It was weird, their domesticated bliss. They both looked like they were settl ed in for a relaxing Sunday morning but I knew what they were capable of. I wouldn't be surprised if brunch was tied up and waiting in the room hidden behind this one.
"It didn't work," I said taking the coffee from Kedehern. I waited until he was seated beside his wife before I conti nued. "The mark, it didn't take."
" Of course it didn't. Once again Aidan failed to read up on his history. Your magic, fae magic, has already claimed you. To be claimed by another you would have to forsake your lineage and power." Kedehern stroked his hand along Agrona's thigh, skin sliding along silk.
"Arawn didn't tell me that. Are you sure?"
Agrona gave her husband a sideways glance. "I think he was concerned what you would do with the knowledge that it could be possible. You've been known to look before you leap."
I swallowed my denial with quite possibly the best Irish coffee I have ever had. "With or without the mark, I'm going to talk to Caligula."
"You see, there's that stubborn streak." Agrona smiled, settling against her husband's side as he wrapped an arm around her. Their warmth, for lack of a better word, was seriously throwing me off. They were up to something, trying to disarm me with their cuddling. I shuddered. "So you believe it is Caligula then? He has been getting restless but I chalked it up to age. The ancients have been known to struggle with keeping their sanity after a millennia or so."
"So this happens a lot then? Slaughtering women? Any more ancients who need a lithium drip or a lobotomy that I should know about?"
I caught the glance Kedehern gave his wife. They were holding back. "Look, if you know something now's the time to tell me. There's a fed running SPTF now. None of my people are in charge and that's going to make my job a lot harder as liaison. I'd like to get off on the right foot with this guy especially since we have to keep him away from the case and sell some bullshit story about how these girls died."
"They were never your people. It doesn't matter. The cleanup is
"What?"
He shrugged his massive shoulders and nudged me i nside the room before I could pump him for more information. The door bumped my ass, knocking me further into the room as he closed it. I turned and scowled even though he couldn't see it.
"There she is. See , darling, I told you not to worry. Maurin always finds her way." Kedehern was behind the bar again, mixing something that looked like a tequila sunrise- I bet that wasn't grenadine. He looked like Hugh Hefner in his heyday, smoking jacket and all.
Agrona looked up from her paper, devoid of the worry my appearance was supposed to wash away. "Something to drink , dear?" She took the highball glass from her husband, swirling the stirrer before taking a sip.
"Vampire." I eyed the vampire king slide behind the bar and mix the vodka, Chambord, cranberry and lime just to be sure of no funny business.
"Interesting choice given your latest assignment." Agrona gave a small laugh and then set her drink on the small end table beside her settee. She swung her satin p ajama covered legs around and leaned in. "Unless of course you're craving blood. Feeling the side effects of the marking?"
"How did you know that? What side effects?"
She laughed, a full belly laugh. "I didn't need anyone to tell me he would try to mark you. He fears what you will become, daughter of Arawn. As for the side effects? Well, it's been said that the marked feel their master's hunger. It's what drives the slave’s desire to feed the master, to quench the burning thirst and ease the pain."
Kedehern handed me the drink, it was a dark red color, suddenly turning my stomach. I hesitated, the glass perched on my lips but before the delicious concoction could pass over my tongue I set the glass down. With a little wink, he picked it up. "Perhaps an Irish coffee instead."
"Thanks." It was weird, their domesticated bliss. They both looked like they were settl ed in for a relaxing Sunday morning but I knew what they were capable of. I wouldn't be surprised if brunch was tied up and waiting in the room hidden behind this one.
"It didn't work," I said taking the coffee from Kedehern. I waited until he was seated beside his wife before I conti nued. "The mark, it didn't take."
" Of course it didn't. Once again Aidan failed to read up on his history. Your magic, fae magic, has already claimed you. To be claimed by another you would have to forsake your lineage and power." Kedehern stroked his hand along Agrona's thigh, skin sliding along silk.
"Arawn didn't tell me that. Are you sure?"
Agrona gave her husband a sideways glance. "I think he was concerned what you would do with the knowledge that it could be possible. You've been known to look before you leap."
I swallowed my denial with quite possibly the best Irish coffee I have ever had. "With or without the mark, I'm going to talk to Caligula."
"You see, there's that stubborn streak." Agrona smiled, settling against her husband's side as he wrapped an arm around her. Their warmth, for lack of a better word, was seriously throwing me off. They were up to something, trying to disarm me with their cuddling. I shuddered. "So you believe it is Caligula then? He has been getting restless but I chalked it up to age. The ancients have been known to struggle with keeping their sanity after a millennia or so."
"So this happens a lot then? Slaughtering women? Any more ancients who need a lithium drip or a lobotomy that I should know about?"
I caught the glance Kedehern gave his wife. They were holding back. "Look, if you know something now's the time to tell me. There's a fed running SPTF now. None of my people are in charge and that's going to make my job a lot harder as liaison. I'd like to get off on the right foot with this guy especially since we have to keep him away from the case and sell some bullshit story about how these girls died."
"They were never your people. It doesn't matter. The cleanup is
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