Page 2 of Last Hope
The man smiled, and it was almost demonic in nature, revealing pointed teeth that made Azizi shiver. “Very well, Azizi, come with me. I will help you.” He turned around and started to walk away.
“Wait!” Azizi scrambled up, cast one last look at his mother, said a silent goodbye and rushed toward the man. The man stopped and half turned. “What should I call you?” Azizi asked.
The man smiled. “You may call me, ‘Master.’”
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Isis stared at Viktor. The child was so tiny—and quiet. She had been expecting him to be loud and obnoxious, much like his parents, but he was surprisingly silent. He stared back at her with those weird eyes of his, dark blue, rimmed thick with rings of black, his tiny fist shoved into his mouth.
“He is kinda cute,” Isis murmured and reached a hand inside his crib to brush away dark curls from his forehead. “He looks like Esmeralda.”
Anya looked over Isis’s shoulder and into the crib. “I suppose he does,” she said simply. There was something about the tone of her voice that made Isis stare at her in confusion.
“You okay?” Isis asked.
Anya gave a brisk nod and turned, walking out into the hallway. Isis stared after her before adjusting the baby monitor and following her girlfriend downstairs to the living room. The house was completely empty, save for them.
Antonio and Esmeralda had gone out on some sort of date to, as Ezzy put it, rekindle their relationship, while Isis and Anya were babysitting. Isis didn’t mind, since the kid wasn’t a handful. But looking at Anya’s stiff form, standing in the middle of the living room, well, maybe she shouldn’t have dragged her along into those plans.
“You’re sure you’re fine?” Isis narrowed her eyes at Anya.
Anya turned and stared at Isis. Her auburn hair fell over her shoulders in curls, showing how her face formed a perfect heart. Today she was wearing a loose collar shirt and a bowtie with tight black pants.
“It is difficult for me to be in that room,” she began in her Transylvanian accent, enunciating every word very carefully and slowly, “without staring at your rear and wanting to rip the clothes straight from your body.”
Isis blinked and her heart pounded in her chest, feeling Anya’s emotions roll into her veins as if they were her own, the desire and the passion. Hell, Isis thought with a sense of being overwhelmed, she still wasn’t used to the Soul Mate business yet but she could sure as hell get used to it. Especially with Anya.
Isis practically rushed over to reach Anya and pulled her to her chest. When their lips first met it was fast yet sensual, everything a real kiss should be. There was a cackle of static electricity between their mouths, sending a wakening, vibrating feeling all through Isis’s toes, causing them to curl up from inside of her shoes. Never before had she felt sensations like this. Sure, she had had sex, tons of it, with different people, and it had been pleasurable but it had never been this…confusing…this… hungry.
Anya cradled Isis’s cheek in her hand and pushed her down until she was sitting on the couch, but she remained standing, face hovering over Isis’s, lips locked together. And Isis couldn’t help herself. She slipped her hands under Anya’s shirt, gripping the smoothness that was her tan skin at her waist. Temptation was almost too great; she slipped her hands out, gripped the bottom of her shirt and tore it open. Buttons flew across the floor in a heap, and Anya’s chest was revealed, along with the black lace of her bra.
Isis’s mouth watered.
Anya laughed, briefly breaking their kiss. Her bowtie had come undone from Isis ripping the shirt and now hung loosely around her neck. Isis gripped her hips and pulled her into her lap in a straddling position.
Anya leaned down for a kiss, the tips of their noses touching, lips not quite. Her mouth inched closer…closer…
And then there was a knock on the front door.
Isis cursed the interruption; Anya hopped off and fixed her shirt, which was difficult when there were no buttons to button it up. Feeling irritation swell through her, Isis stomped over to the door and, without bothering to look through the peephole, yanked it open.
The brown eyes that greeted her were familiar and angry.Yeah, you’re not the only one, buddy,Isis thought bitterly as she stared at Victoria Phillipe, FBSI agent. The woman was tall, a few inches taller than Isis, with blonde curls tied into a ponytail behind her head. Up close Isis could see the freckles dotted across her face. Isis had to admit that Victoria wasa beautiful woman, just not her type. And at the moment, shereallyhated the FBSI agent.
Of course, she should probably feel otherwise since she was the agent that helped with the cleanup at Santiago Enterprises after Damien Santiago went psycho and set Rogue vampires on the whole damned place. She was also the agent in charge of the Caesareon case.
She practically shuddered at the thought of Caesareon.
Caesareon had been Isis’s creator. Years ago, when Isis lived in Egypt with her family, Caesareon attacked her village, setting her people on fire. He killed her mother and then turned Isis into a vampire, forcing her to suck her little brother dry, killing him in the end.
Caesareon had promised her help and so she went with him, but all she found with that monster was sadness. He had forced her and his followers to kill humans because he believed the supernaturals were the better race and that they should come out on top. And Isis had killed mercilessly, that is, until she was able to stab him and escape.
She had gone into hiding at the Santiago mansion, many thanks to Marco Santiago, but eventually was found by her ‘master’ again, very much alive and healthy, burning with a vengeance that could have ignited the world, converting it to ashes. He had threatened the life of Isis’s new family and she didn’t want their blood on her hands so she saw no other choice. She went with him.
Caesareon had single handedly started a war, converting humans into vampires to join his army. In the end, Isis killed him; Victoria Phillipe and her cop friends had killed the others.
It was supposed to be Isis’s happy ending now. She had Antonio, Ezzy, Viktor and she had Anya, she was supposed to be happy, she was supposed to be left alone. So why was Victoria here now? Of course, it wasEzzy’s house; she could just be looking for one of them.
“What do you want?” Isis narrowed her eyes at the woman.
