We Own the Night (The Night Songs Collection Book 3) Read Free

empty. "You slept with Noah?"
    "Peter told me..." I started then stopped. Peter was a rival clan leader that had now very obviously duped me. He’d even led me to tonight’s meeting with Blade. "I thought I was helping Blade."
    "Oh, this I've got to hear." Tristan let go of me and straddled the arm of the couch, crossing his arms and smiling unhappily.
    "Peter told me if his vampires had your blood, Talis's blood, he may be able to defeat her and help Blade."
    "Peter knew all along what Blade had done." Tristan's voice was flat and frightening. My heart pounded listening to him. I’d been had in every possible way. "I still don't understand why you fucked Noah."
    God, those words sounded so ugly.
    "He said it would be easier for me. With the blood. I got carried away." I couldn't look Tristan in the eye. I couldn't trust him any more than any of the rest of them. Apparently I didn't have one friend in this undead realm.
    Somehow, even though they all screwed me over in every way possible, they all answered to me. It wasn't working out real well so far.
    "That sounds about right." Tristan smirked as I looked back at him.
    "Don't turn this around and try to make me feel bad. You lied to me. If you had told me what happened to Blade, none of this would have happened."
    "So it's my fault." Light danced in his eyes. Of course he wouldn't take any of this seriously.
    I felt tears rising in my eyes and I fought them as hard as I could. The time for crying was long past. "It is your fault."
    "What are you going to do about it, beautiful?" He smiled again, and this time it was genuine. Damn it.
    "I don't know." I turned on my heel and headed to the guest bedroom, locking the door behind me. Of course, Tristan could rip it clear off the hinge if he wanted to, but my message was clear.
    What was I going to do about it?

V ampire clan leaders didn’t sulk. Unless that vampire clan leader was me.
    I sat with my cheek against the wall of windows lining the guest room, which I’d claimed as my haven, watching the city flitter below me. They had no idea there had been a change in the guard. Hell, they didn’t even know vampires really existed. As far as the general public knew, vampires were something Immortal Dilemma pretended to be on stage.
    Closing my eyes, I channeled the energy from the street below. Hopefulness. How appropriate.
    I had no idea what I was supposed to do. I’d spent most of the time I’d been in Vegas avoiding any contact with Talis de Rancourt. She thought I interfered with her control over Tristan. Not enough that he’d tell me what was really going on , I thought to myself as I traced my finger in the mist my breath created on the window. We didn’t need to breathe, but we needed to keep up the charade. I drew a heart then wiped it away.
    Tristan avoided all things vampire. His coping techniques included ignoring the problem and self-medicating with Venom, an alcohol so strong it was lethal to humans, and anything else he could get his hands on. So many times he refused to answer my questions about what he was. Even now that I had drank too much of his blood and had joined his ranks, he still didn’t have much information for me. I’d come to terms with the fact that I was going to learn as I went, but that was before I thought I had any responsibilities. Like a whole city to attend to.
    Damn it, I hated needing Tristan. I resisted the urge to slam my fist against the glass. I still didn’t have control of my new emotions, strange electric feelings flowing through my veins. I don’t know if I’d ever had any control over my emotions. It bothered me more and more. I got up, checking myself in the mirror before I went to find my hapless mentor.
    Tristan cast a spell on me the minute he walked into my life, four years ago. I’d known he was trouble, but once he got under my skin, he’d made his way into my heart and soul. I’d never wanted to let him go. Even when he disappeared from my life, reemerging