Amber Kell [Hellbourne 01] Lost And Found (pdf)

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Screaming the vamp wrenched out of Luc s grip and dropped to the
floor with a thud. Burning alive, his inhuman cries filled the room. Within
moments the corpse disintegrated into a pile of grey ash.
Did bad vampires go down to his father or were their souls lost during
conversion? A question to answer another day.
Looking up he saw that there was finally some emotion on the
onlookers faces; complete and total horror.
Served the fuckers right.
The dangling boy let out a whimper drawing Luc s attention away
from the others. Hey, hey it s all right sugar. Shhh. Jerrod was making
low frightened sounds like an animal in pain. His anger towards Nikkolai
knew no bounds. How could he let something like this happen in his club?
This was not the sort of man Luc was looking for as a lifemate.
Not to mention his life was a fucking long time.
With a snap of his wrist the cuffs crumpled, releasing the waiter into
his arms. Carefully he lowered the kid to the ground mindful of his
wounds.
Luc crouched in front of the injured vamp making soothing nonsense
noises. Using both hands he scraped the hair back from the face giving the
Jerrod a real look for the first time.
Wow, beautiful.
Frightened.
Big blue eyes filled with tears.
Shhh. Shhh. Luc ran a hand down the Jerrod s head in a soothing
gesture he d learned while living with the weres. Its okay honey I ve got
you.
T-thank you, L-Luc. The bloody vamp said in a sad, shaky voice
while tears dripped down his sculpted cheeks.
Shhhh it ll be all right. I want you to stay still and I m going to heal
you now. I m not very good at this so don t move.
Luc, what are you doing? Sheila asked behind him. Her voice held a
tremor of fear that wasn t there a moment ago. Maybe burning vamps
alive in a night club wasn t the best way to make a good impression.
Make yourself useful honey and find the kid some clothes.
Sheila snorted. The kid s much older than you are.
Well, then get some clothes for the old man, just go.
Sheila went while Jerrod gave a soft laugh. Old man?
She left didn t she? Now stay still I m going to move a little healing
energy through you to encourage your speedy recovery.
Jerrod tried to be still but Luc could still see small uncontrollable
tremors shaking his skin. Obviously someone used to taking orders. Luc
had dealt with the pack omega before so he knew all about submissives. If
the whipper had been this kid s master, Luc was going to make sure he got
a better one the next time around. He didn t care if he had to fucking
interview them himself.
He was so going to kick Nikko s ass.
Heal. Luc said his voice not much louder than a whisper. He felt the
golden seraphim magic pour out his fingertips. Where his magic glowed
the boy healed instantly, whip marks sealing in a flash of power. The look
of wonder in the boy s face made Luc question whether anyone had ever
sent Jerrod to a healer before.
Seeing the boy start to shake harder, Luc wrapped up the healing and
unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off and settled it around the blond s
shoulders. It didn t really cover much but it stopped the worst of the
tremors. The vampire was more in shock than injured at this point.
Pulling the Jerrod onto his lap Luc treated him like he would any
frightened pack member, with long soothing strokes along the head and
back.
Until fire shot through his right hand, stinging like a burning brand.
Shit. Luc screamed. Flipping over his hand he saw there was now an
imprint of a pair of gold wings glowing in his palm. What in the ten hells
is this?
Jerrod s face took on a look of wonder and for the second time that
night the smell of burning flesh filled the air. Sliding off Luc s shirt the
waiter exposed his upper arm to him. A perfect set of wings were now
branded there. A beauteous smile crossed his lips. I now belong to you.
What?
Luc jumped up, unceremoniously dumping the vampire on the floor.
Tears filled those sad blue eyes. D-d-don t you want me.
Torn with indecision but not wanting to hurt the vamp further, Luc sat
back down and cradled the waiter It s okay. We ll figure this out. Just
stay calm.
It was good advice he just hoped he could follow it. Being responsible
for another person wasn t on his list of things he wanted to do. He d have
to figure out how to transfer Jerrod to someone else. Preferably a vampire,
who didn t enjoy whipping him for fun.
Sheila returned with clothes in her hands. We usually have spare
clothes on hand for when things get a little rough. These should fit him.
Snapping out of his reverie, Luc helped the other man to his feet.
With the supernatural grace of a vampire, Jerrod dressed quickly.
Where do you live? Luc asked the vamp once he was clothed.
Jerrod s face fell and Luc could sense tears in his voice. I was living
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