Page 26 of Wicked Allure
The post itself was a solid facility, but for some strange reason something was off with the town. Why would lycans attack a town that was known to have a strong vampire military post? That would be suicide, but then again, Azura hadn’t been a sound alpha. The woman had been deranged, and she’d sent more than one group of lycans to their deaths on purpose.
Had that attack been a test for the vampire military? Or was there some other reason the lycans had chosen Butterbush? So many questions continued to come to Dru. Another main one was why had the lycans stopped? They were not known to be entirely too sensible. Was there something here in this town they wanted besides the humans? Or was it someone here who’d stopped them besides the vampires defending the town?
“But you must feed. Do you not require nourishment?” Alexander came to stand in front of her.
She came to complete stop, sighed, and met his gaze. She was sure her men would appreciate a good healthy feeding. Her last meal had to have been yesterday. The last few days before leaving for this mission were all a blur.
“We do, Postmaster. What do you have in mind?” Dru immediately regretted the question by the smile that appeared on his face.
“Why, Butterbush has the best club in all of North America. Madam Rice has spared no expense here in our quaint little town to ensure that all of our warriors are well taken care of,” Alexander boasted.
Dru didn’t have time to spend at a feeding club. This important mission required that she remained focused. Alexander must have read the hesitation in her expression.
“Please. Allow me to escort you there for at least one night. You and your men have traveled long and hard to get here. I’m sure you’re going to be inspecting more than just the base. Why not enjoy one night at Madam’s?” Alexander folded his arms and arched an eyebrow.
She sensed the eyes of her men on her. She expected a lot from them while here in North Carolina. She guessed she could give them one night to enjoy before they jumped feetfirst into work.
“Fine. We’ll go because you have been such a gracious host to us,” she murmured.
“Very well. We’ve also made accommodations for you and your warriors at the local inn. They’ll be expecting you as well.” The postmaster bowed his head.
“Postmaster Alexander!” someone called out.
Dru peered over his shoulder. A slender woman rushed down the hall in a frugal blouse, slacks, and with her hair up in a tight bun on top of her head. She carried a tablet in front of her as she made her way to them.
“Yes, Silvanna?” Alexander turned toward her.
She arrived at his side with the most flustered expression. “I was trying to catch you, sir.”
“Where are my manners? Allow me to do introductions first. General Moldark, this here is my assistant, Silvanna Webb. Silvanna, this is General Moldark.” Alexander motioned between the two of them.
“It’s nice to meet you, General,” Silvanna said. A blush spread across her cheeks. She reached out a hand to Dru.
“Likewise.” Dru shook the woman’s hand before stepping back.
“Well, what is the matter, Silvanna?” Alexander asked her.
“I have confirmed with the feeding club your and our esteemed guests’ attendance this evening,” Silvanna announced.
Alexander flicked his gaze to Dru who arched her eyebrow. Apparently, the postmaster had been sure he was going to convince her to attend tonight.
“I just wanted to ensure the club would be able to take a large crowd. You know we’re a small town, and sometimes with all the warriors, the club could be overextended,” Alexander explained. He tugged at the collar of his shirt.
“I see.” Dru released a sigh. One visit wouldn’t hurt. She wouldn’t want to insult the postmaster who was trying to lay down the red carpet for her and her warriors. “It’s fine. No worries. We shall attend Madam’s and enjoy ourselves.”
“Fantastic.” He straightened and turned back to Silvanna. “Ready the transportation for us.”
Silvanna continued with a few other issues with him.
Dru moved over to stand near Talbot to give them a moment to finish their conversation. Dru leaned toward Talbot and dropped the level of her voice so that the postmaster and his assistant wouldn’t overhear her.
“We’ll stay an appropriate amount of time so that our host will not be insulted,” Dru murmured.
“Yes, General.”
“And I want on-the-hour updates from Niles.” She should be out there with the vampire seeking out the traitor, but for now, she had to play the part of the general inspecting one of the military posts. This secret mission had to be kept under wraps. If this Solomon truly lived, she did not want him to know she was on his trail.
“He’s aware. He’s currently infiltrating a human bar, not too far from the center of town,” Talbot replied.
