The Witch's Vampire (New Adult Paranormal Romance) (Mystery Springs Series) by Jami Brumfield Page A
Authors: Jami Brumfield
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be reborn.
“No, you’re going to kill me aren’t you?” Gregor stepped back and tripped over one of the bodies. His agility kept him from falling down to the stone floor but did little to help him maintain the illusion that he was strong. Giovanni feared he was never going to be able to look at his father the same way.
“I’d never hurt you, father. You know this, deep down, you know this. It’s why you called me to help you clean up the mess. Come, there isn’t much time before the sun comes up.” Giovanni suspected the fraternity members would be turned because father mixed his blood into the wine during the rituals – it kept them obedient and docile, and while Gio didn’t agree with it, he was thankful father had the foresight to do it now. The real problem would be explaining this to the council as well as explaining any death of people who weren’t members of the frat house. “Have the Reapers been here?”
Gregor shook his head as he walked over the dead bodies with remorse. “It was horrible, Gio. They went insane, attacking me with all sorts of weapons. Thankfully, there wasn’t a hunter in the mix because I wouldn’t have survived.” The light in his father’s eyes was gone, replaced with a blank, faraway stare like he was reliving the attack.
Gio didn’t bother looking for injuries, the smell told him these people died a while ago, and that meant his injuries would’ve healed by now. “Go take a shower while I get some cleaners here to help us with the mess.”
“No, you can’t tell anyone.” Gregor’s eyes were wild with…fear?
“I have to, father. The council will need explanations and hiding the cleanup from them would make you look guilty. You know this.” He spoke with a soft comforting voice in an attempt to soothe the terrified, unrecognizable man in front of him.
He nodded his head and lowered it in defeat. Seeing him like this, broken, shattered Gio’s heart. In two hundred years he’d never seen his father have a psychotic break. They were a careful family of vampires. He knew the fraternity house wouldn’t have attacked him. Gregor was careful to keep them under his control. At the first sign of trouble Gregor would’ve compelled them to stand down which made this massacre even more disheartening. He had the power to stop it, and he didn’t.
“Thank you, Giovanni. You’re a good son.” He left, and Gio opened his cell phone to call for help.
Chapter Eight
Sophie was grateful when Delia, an Amazon doctor who worked closely with her mother brought an IV full of morphine for Tiffany to help with her suffering, and hooked her up to a respirator to aid in the breathing. Tiffany woke up briefly, long enough to send a bone chilling scream into the night and speak two words before she collapsed into a coma. Dream weavers . What did that mean? Whatever it meant sent Giovanni running out of the house on a mission. But before he left, she felt his anxiety. The healer in her wanted to ease it for him, but she didn’t get the chance. The desire he shared with her moments before Tiffany’s outburst was gone, replaced with a need to find the truth from Christopher. One minute she was in his electrifying embrace and the next minute she turned around, and all she got was a promise he’d be back tomorrow night. He left his ‘sister’ and bodyguard to protect her, not that she needed protection. At least she got a decent glance of his backside as he sauntered out of the room- a respectable consolation prize that gained her approval. She wasn’t the kind of girl who put a lot of stake in the male physique. She preferred personality and humor over looks, but Giovanni’s good looks and sex appeal might be changing her perspective on the matter. It helped that his personality was amazing, too.
Delia was called to come in and help after that
“No, you’re going to kill me aren’t you?” Gregor stepped back and tripped over one of the bodies. His agility kept him from falling down to the stone floor but did little to help him maintain the illusion that he was strong. Giovanni feared he was never going to be able to look at his father the same way.
“I’d never hurt you, father. You know this, deep down, you know this. It’s why you called me to help you clean up the mess. Come, there isn’t much time before the sun comes up.” Giovanni suspected the fraternity members would be turned because father mixed his blood into the wine during the rituals – it kept them obedient and docile, and while Gio didn’t agree with it, he was thankful father had the foresight to do it now. The real problem would be explaining this to the council as well as explaining any death of people who weren’t members of the frat house. “Have the Reapers been here?”
Gregor shook his head as he walked over the dead bodies with remorse. “It was horrible, Gio. They went insane, attacking me with all sorts of weapons. Thankfully, there wasn’t a hunter in the mix because I wouldn’t have survived.” The light in his father’s eyes was gone, replaced with a blank, faraway stare like he was reliving the attack.
Gio didn’t bother looking for injuries, the smell told him these people died a while ago, and that meant his injuries would’ve healed by now. “Go take a shower while I get some cleaners here to help us with the mess.”
“No, you can’t tell anyone.” Gregor’s eyes were wild with…fear?
“I have to, father. The council will need explanations and hiding the cleanup from them would make you look guilty. You know this.” He spoke with a soft comforting voice in an attempt to soothe the terrified, unrecognizable man in front of him.
He nodded his head and lowered it in defeat. Seeing him like this, broken, shattered Gio’s heart. In two hundred years he’d never seen his father have a psychotic break. They were a careful family of vampires. He knew the fraternity house wouldn’t have attacked him. Gregor was careful to keep them under his control. At the first sign of trouble Gregor would’ve compelled them to stand down which made this massacre even more disheartening. He had the power to stop it, and he didn’t.
“Thank you, Giovanni. You’re a good son.” He left, and Gio opened his cell phone to call for help.
Chapter Eight
Sophie was grateful when Delia, an Amazon doctor who worked closely with her mother brought an IV full of morphine for Tiffany to help with her suffering, and hooked her up to a respirator to aid in the breathing. Tiffany woke up briefly, long enough to send a bone chilling scream into the night and speak two words before she collapsed into a coma. Dream weavers . What did that mean? Whatever it meant sent Giovanni running out of the house on a mission. But before he left, she felt his anxiety. The healer in her wanted to ease it for him, but she didn’t get the chance. The desire he shared with her moments before Tiffany’s outburst was gone, replaced with a need to find the truth from Christopher. One minute she was in his electrifying embrace and the next minute she turned around, and all she got was a promise he’d be back tomorrow night. He left his ‘sister’ and bodyguard to protect her, not that she needed protection. At least she got a decent glance of his backside as he sauntered out of the room- a respectable consolation prize that gained her approval. She wasn’t the kind of girl who put a lot of stake in the male physique. She preferred personality and humor over looks, but Giovanni’s good looks and sex appeal might be changing her perspective on the matter. It helped that his personality was amazing, too.
Delia was called to come in and help after that
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