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“I thought it would be better to stack them up higher and secure them tighter. It gives more walking space back here, and it’s easy. You have a lot of wood lying around. It was a better solution.”
“I see.” The man was so tense, ready to be punished. Isaiah tilted his head. “Nic?”
The man’s back went up. “Yes?”
“I was asking what you were doing here instead of partaking in the feast.”
The man blinked.
“Feast?”
Marko didn’t invite you,Isaiah concluded but didn’t say it out loud. “Yes. Meat for dinner. It’s our favorite. Go and get some before they finish it all.”
“I’m not hungry…but I suppose I could take a break,” Nic amended when Isaiah kept looking.
“You should.”
The man nodded stiffly and started walking away. Isaiah shadowed him at a comfortable distance until the man’s shoulders relaxed. He pretended to head to the feast until he passed by his cabin, where the man was also passing.
“Nic?”
“Yes, Captain?”
Isaiah yanked the man’s hood off, not expecting a wig to come with it. Shock blazed. But he acted quickly, hauling the rest of the man into his cabin before there was any protest. It didn’t last long as the man’s instincts kicked in, swiveling them with so much strength that there was no mistaking his suspicion.
A second later, Isaiah was flattened with his back on the wall. Anticipating that, he held a knife out to the pale throat, ready to slice through the vein. Another sword was held out to the shadow that snuck inside the cabin because, of course, that damned Maddox would be there when his little fellow was in trouble.
“Unhand him,” Maddox demanded, fangs out but unmoving against the tip of the sword pushing at his chest.
“Step back,” Isaiah warned, keeping his cool. “My cabin’s rigged with sensors and traps. One wrong move and my handheld weapons will be the least of your problems.”
The threat worked, successfully stopping the two and allowing him time to assess the situation. He regarded the green eyes alight with smothered panic as the wig fell to the ground…and dark blonde hair tumbled down slender shoulders that now started to make sense: the hulking protector. The small, pinched voice.
Holy shit.It wasn’t just a vampire.
It was a female one.
Chapter 3
Maddox was ready to explode, and Isaiah wasn’t budging. Based on his calm expression, the threat wasn’t an empty one, either, and Nicola only had seconds to consider what she had at hand here: a loss if she let Maddox attack Isaiah or if she did it herself. Injury in the middle of the ocean, because Isaiah wouldn’t go down in peace, either. A loss all over the place, one she couldn’t have.
“Captain.”
She moved her head, then stopped when the knife tightened. She held up her hands, a gesture of surrender accompanied by her stepping back. The man didn’t waste time, a gun was taken out so quickly and pointed in their direction. Maddox hissed, and the two men’s gazes clashed.
“Isaiah,” she repeated, waiting until the attention was shifted toward her. Brown eyes seared her soul with their fury, and she swallowed in the wake of its intensity.
He growled. “You dare lie to my face?” He glanced back at Maddox, features tightening…then clearing. “I know you.”
Disbelief flared, even more so when Maddox didn’t deny it. “You knew me. I'm no longer the same man, and I don't belong to the same house.”
They were talking about her house. But that didn’t clear anything as Isaiah growled again.
“So, what is this? Retribution from House Bruno? Are you in allegiance with them now, or do all of those vampire houses just plot together to punish outsiders? We didn’t do anything.”
“House Bruno is a petty house that likes to terrorize every small fish they can to feel better about their lowered status. They were part of a coup d’état in Ostrov Krov and were only spared because they sang the names of their allies in the end.”
“Spoken like true betrayers, then.”
