Fury Calls by Caridad Piñeiro Page A

wound, but the youngster had lost way too much blood. He needed to feed if he was to survive the wounds.
    Blake would have suggested a quick nip from his female friend, but she was crazy mad and had already done a bit of damage to both Ryder and Diego. Each of the men bore an assortment of scratches and bite marks and were still struggling to subdue the young female. She was kicking mightily and keening in a strange unnatural way in protest to the way the two men had her pinned to the ground.
    Which left him only one option for getting some blood into the dying yuppie.
    He brought his wrist to the other vamp’s mouth, but the young vamp was too disoriented to understand.
    â€œStupid shit,” he said, and slapped the vampire to rouse him.
    The young man jerked to consciousness and finally focused. Seeing Blake’s wrist before his lips, he sank his teeth into the flesh and began to feed.
    â€œNot too much, mind you,” he admonished, and for good measure added, “maybe next time you’ll listen when someone warns you.”
    With another sharp pull that dug the newbie’s fangs deeper into his wrist, Blake decided he was done playing nursemaid. After a quick look at the vampire’s neck, which had healed enough to almost stop bleeding, he grabbed the vamp’s hand and brought it up to the makeshift bandage he had fashioned from Meghan’s kitchen towel.
    â€œKeep up the pressure.” He broke the vampire’s bite on his wrist and rose from his spot to find Diego and Ryder putting the finishing touches to the bindings holding the young female vamp to the legs of the sofa. Still wild with hunger, she snapped and lunged at them like a sideshow crocodile after a piece of meat on a trainer’s rope.
    Her face still bore the splatter from her earlier attacks on the men. When she failed to sink her teeth into Diego, she turned to licking those remnants off her skin, her tongue working furiously to swipe off each seemingly precious smear.
    Ryder stood up beside him. “What did you warn them about?”
    Blake shook his head and pointed at the injured vampire. “Not them. The yuppie over there. This one here…” He motioned to the bound vampiress, who strained to reach him and bared and gnashed her teeth in frustration when the bindings held her back.
    â€œShe’s crazy. When I was serving them dinner, she had already taken a nip out of him. I sensed something wrong. She had this wild look in her eyes.”
    Diego rubbed at his wrist and the action drew Blake’s attention to the blood staining the cuff of his shirt and the long, ragged tears in Diego’s suit jacket.
    â€œGot you good, didn’t she?”
    The older vamp glared at him and then considered Ryder at length. “This is one too many incidents for my taste, amigo.” He held a hand out toward the vampiress, ignoring the way she snapped at him, and said, “I can feel the disturbance in her energy, can’t you?”
    Come to think of it, a push of power, unsteady but forceful, registered more cleanly against his vamp senses, Blake thought. He had been too occupied with saving the other vampire’s life to pay much mind to it before. But now that he had…
    â€œWhat is that and why did we all come running when we felt it?” Well, most of us, he thought, recalling that Stacia had been in the dining room but had yet to make an appearance.
    I was busy, he heard in his head, followed immediately by, Come open the door .
    All three of them turned and took a step toward theentry in deference to Stacia’s bidding. Blake had known that Stacia and Diego had sometimes shared blood with each other, but Ryder…
    â€œBlimey, mate. I thought you and your little law enforcement chit—”
    â€œShut it, Blake,” Ryder warned, and strode to the entrance to the room, his steps clipped and urgent.
    He swung open the ornately carved door. Stacia sauntered in but stopped