Something Secret This Way Comes: Secret McQueen, Book 1 Read Free

wanted. That vampire was a rogue against the council and someone worth hunting.
    According to a centuries-old law, all new vampires are turned only by decree of the vampire council. Becoming a vampire in this day and age is the paperwork equivalent to being sworn in to senate. The problem is rogues, those vampires who didn’t respect the council and wanted to return to the old ways—the days when vampires were believed in and feared, and had the power to do what they wanted without yielding to the rules of a governing body. Rogues didn’t like hiding from humans and pandering to the rules of a human society. They didn’t seem to remember that there was never a time in history where vampires were an actual ruling class. Instead they had their own version of the good old days, of hunting peasants or living in legendary castles. The really old ones passed these golden-years stories onto the younger ones, and suddenly all these Enlightenment era and New Colonial vampires got it in their heads to challenge the governing laws, espousing ideals of a lifestyle they hadn’t lived themselves.
    They turned humans, buried them, and when the new vampires awoke, often sharing a coffin with a fresh dead body, they went mad, dug their way free and had all the urges and needs of an animal.
    Then there’s the other thing about new vampires that annoys me to no end—they’re a lot like children. They’re inherently curious, disrespectful unless taught to be otherwise and blissfully unaware of their own mortality. This one in particular had all the traits of a rebellious and highly irritating little boy. The kind that screams in stores and kicks and bites. Only getting bitten by this child could kill you.
    Child or animal, a newborn rogue vampire is no fun whatsoever to deal with. They cannot, under most circumstances, be reasoned with on any level. But I really wanted him to clarify what he meant when he said, he will be so very pleased with me. They say curiosity killed the cat, but I needed to know who made him. Guess it’s a good thing I was part wolf and not part cat.
    “What is your name?” I figured if I could at least get a little intel while he was momentarily at ease, I’d have something to bring back to the council. The Tribunal, the leaders of the vampire council, wouldn’t be happy to see me a third time under these same conditions, and the feeling was mutual. If I killed this rogue, which I had no doubt I’d be forced to, I wanted an olive branch to bring to the Tribunal. Something good to justify my blatant disregard for council law.
    He was still thinking about this question, his features clouded over with genuine confusion.
    “Henry,” he said after a pause that felt endless. “I was Henry Davies.”
    “Was. You do understand, then?” I never could figure out why, but a vast number of newborns did not understand that their new powers came with certain sacrifices, namely their pulse. Being a vampire was such a thrill until you realized you weren’t actually alive anymore. That pesky blood-drinking thing was also pretty hard for some of them to swallow, no pun intended.
    “That I’m dead?”
    “Yes.”
    He rolled his eyes, clearly thinking me a moron for asking such an obvious question. “He told me it would all be different.”
    Sometimes I really hated vampires. It’s ingrained in their psyche to be as vague as possible.
    “Henry, who is he ?”
    “He is the one who made me.”
    “Thank you, Captain Obvious. Does your master have a name?”
    Henry’s gaze locked on mine, and there was a moment of hesitation when I thought he might be about to give me an answer. The flicker of humanity was gone as fast as it appeared, leaving only a dismissive sneer. I knew that look well enough. He was thinking about what I might taste like. He wasn’t planning on answering me; he was more or less deciding on how long he would wait before he ate me.
    Or, more specifically, before he tried.
    “Henry, I suggest