Page 70 of Blood Descendants
“I didn’t get their names,” she says. And I can’t believe how calm she is. “The big one with the scars. And the tall skinny one with the stupid green hair.”
“Toby and Keiran,” Ares says, the look in his eyes growing colder. Goons that work for Augustus.
“Are you with them?” the man in the cage asks, and I’ve never heard such equal measures of fear and accusation.
“No,” I answer. “How did you get here?”
I feel sick. So sick. Because I’m so scared I already know the answer.
“I went to a party,” the redhead speaks up first. “I didn’t really know what it was for, who was hosting it. Or I guess I should saywhat.”
“A Red party?” Ares questions.
She nods.
“When?” I ask next.
“Hard to tell how long we’ve been down here,” the man answers. “If I had to guess, two weeks?”
Ares curses. “So, there are more of them I’m not seeing.”
“Or you just didn’t get the alerts set up in time,” I correct him.
“Where?” Ares demands, the anger radiating off of him growing stronger. “Where was the party?”
“Brooklyn,” they both answer at the same time.
“Still in New York,” I say, looking over at Ares. “I think you just didn’t get the alert quick enough.”
“Better than another operation to find,” Ares concedes. “Tell me exactly what happened.”
“My friend told me about this party she’d heard about,” the woman dives in. She’s filled with all kinds of words and all kinds of emotions, bursting at the seams. “We got there, and itwasn’t really anything special. But the attendees? I’ve never seen so many hot guys in one place.”
I know what she’s talking about. Those guys at the Red party I miraculously walked away from, thanks to Ares, were indeed alluring. Somehow, I walked away with the most attractive of them all.
Damn vampires.
Not only are they ultimate predators, but they’re beautiful too.
“I hit it off with this guy, and we started kissing. And then I remember something sharp, pain. But then… nothing for at least a few seconds. I… I still don’t really know what happened. But I felt kind of out of it after. I looked around for my friend, but she wasn’t there. And then there was this guy, the big one. He took me through this back door, told me he had something for my headache. Only that asshole knocked me out. When I woke up, I was here.”
She lets out a little sob, barely keeping it together. And I shouldn’t judge her for being emotional. After what she’s been through.
“Same for you?” Ares asks the man in the cell next to hers.
The man nods. “Same. The party. Missing time. The big guy taking me through the back door, then I woke up here.”
Ares turns to the woman across. “You too?”
Her gaze darkens. “Not me. I’m an exchange.”
“What does that mean?” I ask, really not wanting the answer.
“You know what they are, right?” the woman asks, her gaze fixed on Ares. “You’re one of them, to break in like you did.”
Ares holds her eyes for a moment, evaluating theramifications of confirming what she already knows. He gives a small nod.
“They’re collecting us from the Red parties,” she says, her eyes cold as she stares at Ares. “Then holding us here until they have a buyer.”
