Page 40 of Venomous Lies
AMBROSE
Sprawled on the chaise in my room, I took a second long inhale of my pipe, savoring the feel of the drugs creeping into my veins. My eyes rolled back in my head as the heady feeling weighed down my body.
If only the effects lasted more than a few hours at most.
Damnable fae metabolism.
Exhaling a sweet cloud of smoke, I recalled Isla’s face when I invaded her personal space. Gods, she was going to be so fucking sweet, and I was in no hurry to end the chase just yet.
At first, I had wanted to scream, possessiveness raging through me when Julian said Isla was mated to Bricriu. But after calming down, I realized this was better. I could savor the hunt and the claiming… The fact that she was tied to another would make it all the better when I took her.
And claim her I would.
I lifted my hands, looking at the fingerless gloves I had taken from her room.Wonder if she’s noticed they’re missing?Given her wardrobe, she seemed to be very aware of clothes, and her admiration of my coat only made it more believable that she would’ve noticed. She loved clothing, so even the small things were probably noticed.
Just as I was about to grab my pipe for another hit, a hum filled the space.
With a groan of annoyance, I forced myself to get up and walk over to my desk. Another hum filled the air, and I rolled my eyes.
“Fucking relax. I’m coming,” I muttered to myself.
After moving a few pieces of paper, I found the magicked paper that Julian, Falke, and I used for communicating.
Julian’s flowing script was first on the page.
Any new activity at Greywood?
No attacks or updates,
Falke replied, his response characteristically short and to the point.
From what I’ve heard, it seems the party planningis well underway with the students. Most are turning a blind eye to the lockdowns with the party as ample distraction,
I wrote in response.
No other dead bodies have turned up since the last one. Did you find what you were looking for?
It’s gone.
I blinked at the quick and biting response. The words looked sharp, pointed in comparison to the vampire’s usual handwriting.
Which is a very, very big problem.
What were you looking for?
Falke asked before I could write a response.
There was a brief pause, then the vampire’s handwriting slowly appeared on the page.
A necromancer’s grimoire. It might have held some information that could have been useful.
And you’re just now looking for this?! We’vebeen here?—
It was my dead mate’s book.
Julian’s newest response cut Falke off, and I shivered at the power coming through the magicked paper.
The chances of finding it were slim given how he died, but given the escalation with the bodies, I thought it might be worth looking into. Regardless, it was a pointless endeavor.
