Summer Sin (The Anthology Novella Series Book 2) by Darlene Kuncytes Page B
Authors: Darlene Kuncytes
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slipping past his lips. Oh, this was rich!
“How soon can you get here?” Malcolm asked finally, trying to hide the humor in his voice and not caring in the least that he had interrupted one of Cam’s little trysts. The gods knew that the man had enough of them. “It’s time that I collected my favor.”
There was silence on the other end of the line for a long, agonizing moment before Camden spoke. “Give me ten minutes.” With that the line went dead. Malcolm set his phone down and rubbed a hand over his eyes. Things were actually falling nicely into place.
Camden Stark strolled through the door of Malcolm’s office exactly ten minutes later. His six foot four-inch frame filling the doorway impressively as he sauntered in as if he hadn’t a care in the world, although the lines around his mouth belied his irritation at being disturbed.
Malcolm stood and held out his hand to him, smiling broadly. It had been more than a few years since he had seen his friend, and damn if the Were didn’t look good. The last time that he had seen Camden he had been near death after their team had been ambushed by a group of rogue vampires working for the leader of the demon faction that had been a pain in Malcolm’s side for more years than he cared to remember. It had been a blood bath, and Malcolm had lost some good men.
“You look well, my friend,” he chuckled, pulling Camden into a quick embrace. “Retirement agrees with you.”
Cam moved across the office and settled his long frame into one of the leather chairs. “I have no complaints,” he laughed. “In fact, I’m enjoying it so much that I can’t help but wonder why, after all these years, you decide to piss me off by calling in a favor.”
Malcolm burst out laughing as he walked over to the small bar in the corner of the office and quirked a brow at him. “Want a drink?” he asked.
“Will I need one?” Camden countered brusquely, and Malcolm laughed again, shaking his head. Without responding, he poured a glass of the amber liquid into a tumbler and walked over, handing it to him.
“Christ,” Cam groaned as he took the offered glass of scotch. “I freaking knew it! This is not going to be good at all.”
Malcolm walked around his desk and sat down, giving him a sad smile. “In all seriousness, Cam,” he replied as he sighed raggedly, “I really need you on this one.”
Camden downed his drink in one swallow and set the glass down, leaning forward in his seat and meeting his friend’s gaze steadily. “What do you need?”
Malcolm opened a file and took out a picture, handing it over. “This is Victoria Remington. She’s one of the best hunters that I have.”
“Remington,” Cam whispered, eyeing the picture closely.
It was a candid shot of one of the most beautiful women Camden had ever seen. She was standing at the ready, her voluptuous body tense, her incredible green eyes narrowed in concentration as she waited for what looked to be fight training. Camden’s eyes snapped up and locked onto Malcolm’s. “You don’t mean…” he began, and Malcolm nodded.
“Yeah, she’s Bryce’s daughter,” he replied softly. “And I’ve discovered that she now has a price on her head.” His jaw tensed as he watched Camden closely. “Barlow wants her dead.”
Camden’s entire body went perfectly still as a muscle twitched in his cheek. Dimetri Barlow was a lower class demon who had spent centuries rising to power by killing off anyone who he felt posed a threat. He was smart and blood-thirsty…and he was the one who had ordered the ambush on Camden, Malcolm, and their team that had almost cost Cam his life. Not to mention that he had been the one who had killed Bryce Remington and his wife Arista…Victoria’s parents.
“Shit,” Cam ground out, feeling as if he were going to be sick. “Why has he targeted her?” he asked, although he really didn’t need an answer. Dimetri Barlow merely enjoyed the kill.
Camden had known Bryce
“How soon can you get here?” Malcolm asked finally, trying to hide the humor in his voice and not caring in the least that he had interrupted one of Cam’s little trysts. The gods knew that the man had enough of them. “It’s time that I collected my favor.”
There was silence on the other end of the line for a long, agonizing moment before Camden spoke. “Give me ten minutes.” With that the line went dead. Malcolm set his phone down and rubbed a hand over his eyes. Things were actually falling nicely into place.
Camden Stark strolled through the door of Malcolm’s office exactly ten minutes later. His six foot four-inch frame filling the doorway impressively as he sauntered in as if he hadn’t a care in the world, although the lines around his mouth belied his irritation at being disturbed.
Malcolm stood and held out his hand to him, smiling broadly. It had been more than a few years since he had seen his friend, and damn if the Were didn’t look good. The last time that he had seen Camden he had been near death after their team had been ambushed by a group of rogue vampires working for the leader of the demon faction that had been a pain in Malcolm’s side for more years than he cared to remember. It had been a blood bath, and Malcolm had lost some good men.
“You look well, my friend,” he chuckled, pulling Camden into a quick embrace. “Retirement agrees with you.”
Cam moved across the office and settled his long frame into one of the leather chairs. “I have no complaints,” he laughed. “In fact, I’m enjoying it so much that I can’t help but wonder why, after all these years, you decide to piss me off by calling in a favor.”
Malcolm burst out laughing as he walked over to the small bar in the corner of the office and quirked a brow at him. “Want a drink?” he asked.
“Will I need one?” Camden countered brusquely, and Malcolm laughed again, shaking his head. Without responding, he poured a glass of the amber liquid into a tumbler and walked over, handing it to him.
“Christ,” Cam groaned as he took the offered glass of scotch. “I freaking knew it! This is not going to be good at all.”
Malcolm walked around his desk and sat down, giving him a sad smile. “In all seriousness, Cam,” he replied as he sighed raggedly, “I really need you on this one.”
Camden downed his drink in one swallow and set the glass down, leaning forward in his seat and meeting his friend’s gaze steadily. “What do you need?”
Malcolm opened a file and took out a picture, handing it over. “This is Victoria Remington. She’s one of the best hunters that I have.”
“Remington,” Cam whispered, eyeing the picture closely.
It was a candid shot of one of the most beautiful women Camden had ever seen. She was standing at the ready, her voluptuous body tense, her incredible green eyes narrowed in concentration as she waited for what looked to be fight training. Camden’s eyes snapped up and locked onto Malcolm’s. “You don’t mean…” he began, and Malcolm nodded.
“Yeah, she’s Bryce’s daughter,” he replied softly. “And I’ve discovered that she now has a price on her head.” His jaw tensed as he watched Camden closely. “Barlow wants her dead.”
Camden’s entire body went perfectly still as a muscle twitched in his cheek. Dimetri Barlow was a lower class demon who had spent centuries rising to power by killing off anyone who he felt posed a threat. He was smart and blood-thirsty…and he was the one who had ordered the ambush on Camden, Malcolm, and their team that had almost cost Cam his life. Not to mention that he had been the one who had killed Bryce Remington and his wife Arista…Victoria’s parents.
“Shit,” Cam ground out, feeling as if he were going to be sick. “Why has he targeted her?” he asked, although he really didn’t need an answer. Dimetri Barlow merely enjoyed the kill.
Camden had known Bryce
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