Page 115 of The Monster and the Last Blood Match

“Mr. Harrington?” she asked.

She wanted to feel relaxed in his presence, but she remembered the evil glint in his eye. The thirst for power. The need to be in charge. He was a man not to be reckoned with, and she had no idea why she had drawn his attention.

“Hello, my dear.”

“What am I doing here? Please, let me go,” she stammered.

“Ah, ah, ah. I believe you have something of mine.”

She was too stunned to say anything but, “I don’t have anything.”

“Now, we both know that’s not true. Don’t we?”

He walked carefully across the room with his slight build and took a seat next to her hospital bed.

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about,” she told him truthfully.

He smiled deviously. “We ran a few tests after Everett reported suspicious activity regarding you when you passed out in his apartment. A remarkable young man, I might add. He told us later that he found it odd that Mr. Anderson never drank your blood when you were a clear blood type match, and even more odd that he couldn’t seem to stop. Everything we know about Beckham is that he is a man of control if nothing else.”

Reyna was shaking at this point. She didn’t know where he was going with this. She had thought it all strange, but she hadn’t thought itimportant.

“And so it seems we have our answer. Your blood type was filed incorrectly at the hospital.”

“What?” she asked, perplexed.

“You’re not O negative. You are much, much rarer than that, my dear sweet Reyna. You are in fact Rh null, and you matchme.”

Thirsty for more?

Turn the page to read what Beckham

thought of meeting Reyna for the first time!

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The call came while Beckham was still at the office.

A sigh escaped his lips at the name that appeared in his contacts. Something sufficiently generic, but only he would know who was really calling. Fuck.

He closed his eyes and answered, “Anderson speaking.”

“We found it,” the voice said, smooth and silky.

“You’re sure.”

“He just called from the hospital. It popped up into their system only seconds ago. The flag came through. He’s already changing her information. Should I give him the go-ahead?”

Beckham hesitated. He knew what this meant. It would upend his life. Change everything. But it was what he was working for, why he was risking his job, lifestyle, and literal life in the upper echelon of Visage.

Plus, it would subdue some other complaints he’d had from Harrington recently. Complaints he could manage, but dissension was another thing. Not when the rebellion hung in the balance.

“Do it,” he said with resignation. “Make the match for me.”

“Done. Her name is Reyna. Go pick her up.”

“Understood.”

Beckham hung up and let the silence linger. He’d thought that he would feel more concerned that he was about to betray the only life he ever knew. The vampire world he had reigned over for decades, the friends and colleagues he’d risen up through the ranks with.

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