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Kalon cocked his head. “Do you know anything about your birth parents, Mora?”
“What?”My birth parents?“What about them? What…how do you know that I’m adopted?” I could feel my chest tighten with a cyclone of dread, fear, confusion, and incredulousness. “How could you possibly know that?Whywould you know that?”
Ignoring my questions, he said, “Your mother’s name was Emmaline Chapman, and she was psychic, and I’m not talking about phone hotlines or strong intuition. She was a very gifted clairvoyant.”
I squeezed my eyes shut at that. While I’d never had visions or anything like that, there’d been times when my dreams had felt more than just dreams. There’d been times when something had made me turn left when I had originally wanted to turn right. Still, everyone had personal intuition, right? Everyone had a gut instinct that guided them sometimes.
Right?
When I opened my eyes, Kalon’s steely gaze was watching me too intently for my liking. Plus, even if what he was saying about my mother was true, what did that have to do with vampires? What did that have to do with me being here?
After a few more seconds, Kalon said, “Your father’s name is Hugo Draka. He’s into…some darker arts, and it is said that he can see visions, though not naturally like your mother. Hugo has to chant them or spell them into existence.” His eyes narrowed a bit. “Unlike your mother, he’s still alive and lives in an insane asylum.”
“Oh, Christ,” I choked out, feeling nauseous.
“You’re magic, Mora,” Kalon went on, and his statement was so ridiculous that I could only stare at him. “Your blood is full of magic, Mora. It’s also the most powerful thing that I will ever taste.”
Kalon’s incisors grew right before my eyes, and I let out a blood-curling scream.
Chapter 7
Kalon~
Her screams were piercing my eardrums, but they also sounded beautiful. Fear and lust sounded the same, and when your victim was feeling both of them at the same time…well, there was nothing better.
Still screaming, Mora was trying to break out of her restraints, but it was no use. When I had secured her to the bed, I’d done it using all my strength in those knots, and vampires were considerably stronger than your average human being, though picking up buses and throwing them across the street was a bit of a stretch.
“Mora, calm down,” I said, my incisors still very visible.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Mora kept screaming and struggling against the ropes. It wouldn’t be long before her wrists and ankles started bleeding. She was thrashing about like her life depended on it, and I supposed that it did.
Retracting my fangs, I said, “Mora, stop it.” Making sure that my voice held no room for argument, I added, “If you don’t, I’ll have no choice but to shut you up myself.”
That did the job.
Though she was on the verge of hyperventilating, she was no longer screaming, my eardrums extremely grateful for the peace. However, she was choking out these tiny little whimpers, and I could feel myself getting hard with the sounds.
“I’ll answer any questions that you have,” I offered. “Just no more screaming.”
She was so paled that I actually felt sorry for her. “This…this can’t be tr…true,” she stammered in fear, quiet tears still staining her face. “Vampires don’t exist.”
“Oh, but we do,” I countered. “However, if you need more proof, I’d be more than happy to provide it for you.”
Mora started shaking her head, squeezing her eyes again. “No,” she whispered brokenly. “This isn’t real. This isn’t real.” Her eyes snapped opened. “That’s…that’s like a…party trick or something. Some…some kind of Halloween costume accessory or something.”
“Ask me anything, Mora.”
Honestly, I thought that she was going to ask me all the basic questions that most people asked whenever faced with our existence. Granted, our victims never really had a chance to ask anything, but the shadows usually had a few questions. The newly-turned also always had questions, but that was to be expected. However, I should have known that Mora was going to be different.
“What am I doing here?” Mora asked, and I could see why Brander had insisted on this.
“Though there are vampires scattered all throughout the world, there are only three covens that control the western United States: Noctis, Tenebris, and Diluculum,” I told her. “I belong to Noctis, and we claim the Washington, Oregon, California, Nevada, Utah, Idaho, and Arizona territories. Tenebris claim Montana, Wyoming, North Dakota, South Dakota, Nebraska, Minnesota, and Iowa. Diluculum claim Colorado, New Mexico, Kansas, Oklahoma, and Texas.”
“What am I doing here?” she bit out, her voice still carrying a hint of fear.
“I’m getting to that,” I said, censuring her. “Obviously, we all share a common goal in not wanting to be discovered, so we have a…House of Lords, so to speak. Brander Thorne is the father of Noctis, Thorin Moldark is Tenebris’ father, and Phaeron Aurel is Diluculum’s father. The three men meet on a regular basis and are part of the covens’ tribunal panel.”
“By…by father, you mean…you mean…they ma…made you guys, right?” Mora was still breathing hard, but she was listening, and that was something.
