were to do when I went tearing out of the house?”
“No, my lady. I was…you scared this old man, if you want the truth of it. Never knew a person could shift and take off like that before. You’re the first dragon I’ve seen in a long while, other than his lordship.” She asked him how old he was. “Near as old as the master. He’s a tad older, but we be about the right age.”
“How old are you, Vicente?” Vinnie watched as Yve and Auggie took off toward the house. He knew that the window would be repaired before they got there, and no one would know it had been broken out by a couple of mating dragons. “Vicente? I asked you a question. Will you answer me?”
“I’ve aged really well.” She crossed her arms over her chest, and he wanted to pull her body to his. He wondered if she realized she was as naked as he was. “I’m nearly ten thousand years old. Nine thousand nine hundred and fifty-three to be exact. Auggie is fifty-one years younger, but Yve is only four thousand two hundred and two.”
“Christ.” When she fainted, he grabbed her. Lifting her into his arms, he took her into the house. Doul was there with a large blanket to cover her, and he took her to the room down the hall from theirs. The faeries were still working in their room. It was going to be a long time, he thought, before he got her back in his bed.
Chapter 7
Woodrow could smell the rotting flesh even before they opened the door to the cabin. Leonard moved back, and he was sure they were just going to call it a day and leave the rest there as well, if any of them were still alive. They had eleven women in the basement of this place, and he’d bet all the money he had stashed away that not one of them was alive.
“We didn’t come back to check on them before we left.” They’d been in such a hurry to get the hell out of there when they heard the choppers that it was a few days before they remembered they’d not left the women anything to eat. Neither of them, not even Nolan, had suggested they come back up to do it. “I guess we’ll be digging fucking graves rather than having some fun like I’d thought.”
Woodrow pulled his shirt up over his mouth and nose when they entered. It didn’t help much, but they moved in anyway. They could leave, he supposed, but he, for one, needed to make sure they hadn’t left anything behind. This place could not be found right now…not with Abbie on the loose.
It took them ten minutes to do a head count. Nine of the women were dead, and the other two were very close. Leonard made a joke about how they could get some fresh ones now that they had the room, but Woodrow didn’t laugh. This was the most disgusting thing he’d ever done. And he nearly gagged when they moved one of the dead onto her sheet, only to have her hand touch his arm. He’d had to drop his weight and move out of the building for fresh air. Leonard followed him out with the body dragging behind him.
“You okay?” Woodrow nodded. “We should have been able to hire someone to take care of this, but that would just mean more people would know about our little outings. And it’s been hard enough doing this without everyone and his brother finding out and wanting to play too.”
“This is just stupid.” Leonard agreed.
Before he could say any more, like he was fucking finished with this shit, a car pulled up. Nolan got out and walked toward them. Woodrow could tell by the look in his face that something had happened.
“She’s dead.” Neither of them knew who he meant, but Woodrow thought it was Abbie. “Cali, the nurse that was going to help us out. They found her body this morning in an alley. She’d had her throat ripped out by some animal, they think. She looked like…Christ, her family said she looked like a wolf had gotten her.”
“Fuck.” Woodrow agreed with Leonard’s assessment of the situation. “I wonder how much she told whoever killed her, and how badly we’re fucked? This is
“No, my lady. I was…you scared this old man, if you want the truth of it. Never knew a person could shift and take off like that before. You’re the first dragon I’ve seen in a long while, other than his lordship.” She asked him how old he was. “Near as old as the master. He’s a tad older, but we be about the right age.”
“How old are you, Vicente?” Vinnie watched as Yve and Auggie took off toward the house. He knew that the window would be repaired before they got there, and no one would know it had been broken out by a couple of mating dragons. “Vicente? I asked you a question. Will you answer me?”
“I’ve aged really well.” She crossed her arms over her chest, and he wanted to pull her body to his. He wondered if she realized she was as naked as he was. “I’m nearly ten thousand years old. Nine thousand nine hundred and fifty-three to be exact. Auggie is fifty-one years younger, but Yve is only four thousand two hundred and two.”
“Christ.” When she fainted, he grabbed her. Lifting her into his arms, he took her into the house. Doul was there with a large blanket to cover her, and he took her to the room down the hall from theirs. The faeries were still working in their room. It was going to be a long time, he thought, before he got her back in his bed.
Chapter 7
Woodrow could smell the rotting flesh even before they opened the door to the cabin. Leonard moved back, and he was sure they were just going to call it a day and leave the rest there as well, if any of them were still alive. They had eleven women in the basement of this place, and he’d bet all the money he had stashed away that not one of them was alive.
“We didn’t come back to check on them before we left.” They’d been in such a hurry to get the hell out of there when they heard the choppers that it was a few days before they remembered they’d not left the women anything to eat. Neither of them, not even Nolan, had suggested they come back up to do it. “I guess we’ll be digging fucking graves rather than having some fun like I’d thought.”
Woodrow pulled his shirt up over his mouth and nose when they entered. It didn’t help much, but they moved in anyway. They could leave, he supposed, but he, for one, needed to make sure they hadn’t left anything behind. This place could not be found right now…not with Abbie on the loose.
It took them ten minutes to do a head count. Nine of the women were dead, and the other two were very close. Leonard made a joke about how they could get some fresh ones now that they had the room, but Woodrow didn’t laugh. This was the most disgusting thing he’d ever done. And he nearly gagged when they moved one of the dead onto her sheet, only to have her hand touch his arm. He’d had to drop his weight and move out of the building for fresh air. Leonard followed him out with the body dragging behind him.
“You okay?” Woodrow nodded. “We should have been able to hire someone to take care of this, but that would just mean more people would know about our little outings. And it’s been hard enough doing this without everyone and his brother finding out and wanting to play too.”
“This is just stupid.” Leonard agreed.
Before he could say any more, like he was fucking finished with this shit, a car pulled up. Nolan got out and walked toward them. Woodrow could tell by the look in his face that something had happened.
“She’s dead.” Neither of them knew who he meant, but Woodrow thought it was Abbie. “Cali, the nurse that was going to help us out. They found her body this morning in an alley. She’d had her throat ripped out by some animal, they think. She looked like…Christ, her family said she looked like a wolf had gotten her.”
“Fuck.” Woodrow agreed with Leonard’s assessment of the situation. “I wonder how much she told whoever killed her, and how badly we’re fucked? This is
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