Chapter 30
Max Carlyle grinned, spreading his arms as he approached the steps. “Hello, kids. Daddy’s home.”
In a surge of panic, I tugged at the arms holding me captive.
Half a dozen other vampires were leaning against the outside of the cars, all radiating power and danger the way that Fabian and Clyde did. Not as old and powerful as Max, but close enough to it so as to make no difference to the three of us, even if we hadn’t been confined.
Max looked just as dapper and handsome as I remembered. The suave, fashionable businessman look did a great job of slapping a passable veneer of polite professionalism over the crazy underneath. Was I the only one who could see the madness roiling in those cold, gray eyes?
“Sire,” Fabian said from behind me, his voice the warmest and most sincere I had ever heard from him. “I do hope you’ll accept my first tribute as master of Los Angeles.”
Oh, God, no.
That smile could have charmed the angels from the heavens. It wasn’t my imagination. He looked right at me as he nodded. “Yes. Tribute accepted. Very nicely done.”
“Excellent. Thank you, sire. Gideon, if you would?”
Gideon, who was holding Sara, slid a hand up to her temple, commanding her to sleep. Her struggles ceased, her body slumping in his arms. One of Max’s henchmen strode forward, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her toward the car.
The necromancer took care of Devon next, probably because he was struggling against Clyde’s hold like a man possessed.
As for me, I didn’t move. I didn’t dare. All I could do was stare at my death warrant, signed, sealed, and delivered, all in that razor smile curving Max’s lips. He held up a hand for Gideon to wait a moment, just before the necromancer reached me.
“Shiarra Anne-Marie Waynest. How I have looked forward to this moment.”
How the hell did he know my middle name? He must have done his homework after our last encounter in New York. How he could have known I was here, though—
No. Fabian had addressed him as “sire.” That meant Max had made him into a vampire. I would bet my last shares in H&W Investigations, whatever remained of the business, that Fabian had alerted Max to our presence long before now. Max had just been biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to make his entrance. He was that kind of guy, the bastard.
“Put her under, and make it last long enough for the trip home. I’ve got unfinished business with that one.”
“Yes, sire. And the other two?”
Chill fingertips brushed my temple, a whispered breath tickling my ear.
I was out before Max gave his answer.