Token Vampire (Token Huntress Book 2) Read Free

velvet voice. “Because I am Jenn Cadolwadt: engineer and specialist at the Human Activist and Regaining Existence Movement,” she said, holding out a hand for me to shake. Yolo even smelled like a human woman.
                  “He can bypass all the scans. He comes up as human,” Connor spoke from the corner of the room.
                  “Why a woman?” Dillian asked from behind me.
    The woman gave a sheepish smile in response. One that made my whole body cringe. “Well, mostly because of these,” Yolo said, grabbing hold of his bountiful chest. “It is a pretty nice rack, if I do say so myself.”
                  My stomach turned. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
                  “She needs blood,” Chase growled, ending the conversation. “She has lost too much. She has to feed.”
              “Of course, sorry for having not noticed sooner,” Cesar roared. “Connor, if you would be so kind as to show those two to their room, and Tythian, can you show the two other hunters their room?”
                  “No!” I said savagely, looking at Balzar. “They stay in the same room as us.” I would protect them no matter what.
    After much hesitation Cesar agreed. “Very well, but you only have a day’s rest until you are to come out and meet the rest of my Coven.” He dispelled us within moments, and the others went their separate ways as Tythian escorted us silently through the rocky walls.

 
    T he rocky stone walls felt as if they were closing in around me. The subtle hint of stagnant air forced me to assume that we were well underground. Somewhere well hidden. There was a lingering smell of blood in the air. Old blood, that made my appetite stir but repulsed at thought of it not being fresh. More than likely they had been hiding here for a while now. I was used to underground tunnels, but the eeriness here of both being followed and watched, reminded me to keep on guard and prepare to slaughter a houseful of vampires if required. Feel, an understated and meaningless word to me; a symptom and only reflex.
                  I looked to one of the walls trying to control my thirst. As Tythian led us further into the dark tunnels, all I could hear was a tiny droplet of water constantly dripping close by. I could smell the sweat that followed me on Dillian’s and Julia’s neck. I sensed Chase try to grab my hand beside me, but I couldn’t help but pull it closer to myself as I walked.
                  My sensitive hearing focused on the saliva that mixed around in Julia’s parched mouth, the scratchiness of her tongue desperately trying to create saliva. Her whimpering small breaths which exerted heavily, seeming more like a pant enticed me. Julia was so fragile. Chase tugged on my hand, of where for a moment I had forgotten that we were walking. I looked at Chase with such hatred, it was not directed at him, but only the disgust I felt for myself. Julia, I thought her weak, and I realized that my bent up fingers which held such temptation wanted to grab her by the throat and dive deep into her, to quench my thirst. I had been fixating on her weak traits as easy prey.
                  Chase raised his eyebrows at me as he forced his thoughts into my own, even when I tried to block him. Stop frowning and pouting it ruins your features.
                  I looked away again, catching an interested side glance from Tythian.
                  “Do you think me as a monster, little vampire?” Tythian asked, if I hadn’t known him in any other way, I would have thought he was almost teasing me. “Or are you simply pinpointing your hatred of yourself onto others at the moment. Let me guess, the thirst has really gotten to you now, and you now realize that having your edible friends in the same room as you, isn’t exactly what you wanted.”