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Gabriel frowned as they came upon the only empty cell. He paused and
peered inside. A picture of a young woman was taped to the cold handle of the
cell.
“What is this about?” he demanded.
The mortals cringed; some threw their hands up
protecting their faces in anticipation of a blow. Gabriel sighed and tugged at
his short hair. His tone had been sharp, but he would never lash out at them.
He knew too well what they had been through.
The girl tugged on his shirt. “That’s the one they
talk about.”
“Is she here somewhere?”
The girl wet her cracked, chapped lips and answered,
“No.”
“Did they take her?”
“She was never here.”
Gabriel shrugged off the oddity. He needed to lead the
group to the emergency stairwell. As he turned away from the cell, rays of
white moonlight danced across the photo, drawing his attention once more.
He froze, the air punched out of his chest as ruthless
chills attacked his nervous system. He felt as though he had fallen through the
ice of a frozen lake. His heart hammered as he slowly lifted his hand, his
fingers gently brushing the photo.
Those eyes. He had never seen electric violet eyes
like hers. They glowed and… pierced his soul. Gabriel swallowed hard as he
studied her delicate features, his gaze lingering a moment on her lush,
slightly parted lips. She was looking over her shoulder, brushing aside her
long, thick, deep red hair. His gut twisted and his fingers began to tremble
against the photo as realization pulled him even further beneath the icy
surface.
She was going to be their next victim. This was to be
her cage.
Gabriel roared and ripped the photo from the cell. The
humans behind him cried out in fear, some glanced back towards their chambers.
“Do you know when they will kidnap her?” he barked,
his fangs long, his eyes no longer translucent green, but pure, murderous
black.
“No, they never spoke of…they keep records. They
document all the…” The girl dropped her head and massaged her temples as if she
was trying to force herself to remember. “'Findings'. That’s what they call
those they plan on taking. I remember when they brought my mother and me here.
They had a folder full of pictures and documents. One man said they had been
watching us…for a long time.”
The girl’s sniffle tore at Gabriel’s heart. He hoped
to God that Silvie was strong enough to remove all her terrible memories.
He needed to focus on the task at hand. Thrusting his
rage aside for later, he spun about and headed for the emergency exit.
“We’ve got to get moving. We haven’t much time. For
those of you who are having second thoughts and are considering returning to
your cells, it will become your tomb. Explosives are being set as I speak. This
warehouse will burn.”
With a swift kick, the bolted door swung open and he
led the way down the winding stairs, the skittish humans close on his heels.
Once on street level, he busted the sealed emergency door open ushering the
people from the building to a line of waiting vans.
The sound of footsteps pricked his ears and he dipped
his head back into the stairwell. Gannon was coming down with his group. He
clapped the vampire on the back as he passed.
Their mission had been a success. Gabriel wished he
had time to stick around to see Ven’s face when he arrived, but they had a few
more places to hit.
“All set. The office was swept clean and no
casualties.” Gannon gave a short laugh, “On our side, anyway.”
“Everyone out?”
Gannon nodded and glanced down at his watch. “We made
it out with time to spare. The last van is leaving, we should―”
“Go if you wish. I want to see this place burn.”
Gannon waved the van on, deciding to stay with his
friend. He was not about to leave Gabriel alone; they had been a team for the
last almost hundred and fifty years and that was not going to end tonight.
His eyes flickered back to his watch and narrowed as
he caught sight of the photo in Gabriel’s hand.
“What’s that?”
Gabriel handed him the picture. “It was taped to the
door of an empty cell.”
“Shit,” he whispered as chills broke out across his
skin, “she is stunning.”
Gabriel grunted in agreement before reclaiming the
photo and tucking it safely into the inside breast pocket of his black leather
jacket. “We need to find her.”
“Find her? What makes you think Ven or Boras don’t
already have her?”
“That cell was meant for her.”
“Gabriel, I don’t think―”
“Do you have any idea what they will do to a woman
like her? She won’t just be a bleeder, having her blood taken from her against
her will. She will be a sex slave, sold to the highest bidder, and you can bet
that vamp will be a twisted bastard.”
Gabriel’s hands curled into fists, his nails biting
into his palms, his arms shaking. Blood dripped from his fists, giving color to
the pure snow. His eyes slowly faded to black, his fangs bursting from their
sheaths, and hate radiated from his every pore.
He knew exactly what would happen to her once she was
in their custody. It would be the same that happened to him centuries ago.
Images of his past clouded his mind. He had been captured in battle,
then forced to watch as his enemies cut down his people, burned their village,
and repeatedly raped his wife before finally cutting off her head. He had stood
proud on the auction block, though his body was scarred and bleeding. Perhaps
the scent of fresh, young blood had drawn the sadistic Lady Sideth to him.
Caressed by the Edge of Darkness
Hardened by centuries of torture, former blood slave, Gabriel Erhard, is driven by an insatiable need to destroy his enemies. Violence darkens his battered soul, leaving no place for mercy in his world. Gabriel’s only desire is vengeance—until he finds her.
Seized by vampires, bound as a slave, and placed on the auction block, Jordan Culver is instantly entranced by the dangerous male who claims her. Jordan’s new captor vows to set her free, but his haunted gaze burns with savage desire and his wicked kiss makes her crave his touch and...complete surrender.
While Gabriel battles his enemies, he will break every sacred law to achieve his ultimate goal—uniting the Outcast Society and creating a new vampire Clan. But the distracting human with mesmerizing violet eyes jeopardizes his plans. With every soft whisper she evokes his tormented memories, testing his sanity and challenging his every boundary. Can Jordan help him overcome the miseries of his past and find a future with her?
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