My laughter died. Do you have a girlfriend in North Carolina, Grayson?
Lazaro slipped away from Melena’s side to shower and get dressed, the predawn morning a prickle in his ancient Breed veins as he headed down to the command center to meet with his team. The warriors were just coming in from the night’s patrol.Trygg said nothing as he approached with the others from the far end of the corridor. The brutal warrior merely strode into the team’s meeting room for the mission review. Jehan and Sav both slowed as their path met Lazaro’s in the passageway. They greeted him with measured nods and sober, suspicious gazes.
How did it go out there? Lazaro asked them. Any rumblings on the street about the explosion on Turati’s yacht?Jehan answered first. Nothing that we found. It was just a typical night in the Eternal City. A couple of club brawls to break up before they got too bloody and created a bigger problem. Handful of Breed youths feeding past curfew near the train station.Sav glanced down, trying to suppress a grin. Seemed like the only unusual activity going on last night was in here.
Lazaro glared, but he couldn’t take offense at the truth.Is everything all right, Commander? Jehan asked, ever the diplomatic professional, despite being one of the most dangerous warriors Lazaro had ever seen. The situation with Melena seemed...difficult.
Now, it was only more difficult. Not to mention complicated. If she had cause to despise him last night after he’d seduced her then fled to find a blood Host, she had every reason in the world to loathe him for what he did a few hours ago.
And for what he had yet to do, after he saw her safely home to the States.Tall and athletic, Jenna wore her brown hair cropped close to her scalp. She was pretty, yet formidable in some indefinable way, and when she leaned across the sideboard to pour a cup of tea, Melena noticed an intricate pattern of skin markings at her nape. Skin markings that looked remarkably, impossibly, similar to...
Are those tribal tattoos, or—Not tattoos. Jenna’s hazel eyes were smiling, but there was a note of seriousness in her voice. She turned to provide a better look. The array fanned out to cover the back of Jenna’s neck, disappearing beneath the collar of her shirt. The arcs and swirls tracked upward too, well into her hairline and up the back of her skull. From the looks of it, they continued down Jenna’s spine and onto her shoulders as well.
They’re dermaglyphs. Melena frowned, astonished and confused. Females born Breed had been unheard of for millennia. They might never have come into existence if not for the genetic experimentations conducted in Dragos’s labs in the decades before he was killed by the Order. Even then, there were only a handful of women known to bear the glyphs and blood appetites of the Breed.Melena found herself staring harder now, watching Jenna pile her plate with a healthy assortment of sweets and sandwiches. You can eat all of that?