Page 83 of Wicked Allure
“General Dru Moldark. Yes, we’ve been expecting you.” He flew from his seat and stood. His face flushed as he took her in.
She eyed him wearily.
“I’m sorry. You’re a legend. I’ve heard stories about you and Princess Lethia.”
“You’re a warrior?” Dru arched an eyebrow. He didn’t look as if he could pick up a sword, much less wield one.
“No, ma’am. My father served under you when he was younger. He’s since retired and works as a guard here in Butterbush,” he stuttered. The skin on his face deepened in color. He reached for a tablet on his desk and swiped the screen.
“Who was your father?” she asked, now curious. That made more sense. This male would never make it through the basic training they put their new recruits through.
“Gattas Frey,” he replied.
The name was familiar. Dru had fought with thousands of vampires in her years. It would be hard for her to remember every single one of them.
His gaze flickered to Tomesha. “The human lab is located elsewhere. If you need the address, I can provide that for you.”
“We’re only here for me.” Dru tightened her grip on Tomesha’s hand.
Her mate moved closer to her where her chest brushed against Dru’s arm.
“Yes, we were notified that you were to come here today,” he replied.
She glanced down at his name tag—Garth.
He tapped out a few commands on the tablet before glancing up again. “I just have a few questions to ask, then we’ll get you back to the phlebotomist.”
He rambled off his questions while she offered the required details.
“You’re from Scotland?” Tomesha gasped.
Dru blinked and gazed down at her. It dawned on her that she and Tomesha had much to learn about each other.
“That I am,” she replied.
“But you don’t have a Scottish accent.” Tomesha chuckled.
“That was a long time ago. I left there when I was much younger.” Dru didn’t want to remember why she and her family had to leave their homeland. The Grampian Mountains were beautiful. She was sure much had changed since the last time she’d been home. But it had been centuries since she’d last stepped foot in the town they had escaped from.
“Please follow me.” Garth motioned for them to come around the desk. He led them to a closed door with the number five on it. He opened it and waved them in. “They’ll be with you soon.”
The examination room was colder than the hallway. Dru’s body temperature ran lower than Tomesha’s. She took in the shiver that passed through Tomesha. The air here was heavily laden with antiseptic and something stronger. A single reclining chair dominated the center while another chair sat next to a table and computer. The counters and sleek instruments set out gleamed beneath the harsh fluorescent lights.
Tomesha took a seat in a chair while Dru remained standing. Garth nodded and shut the door. Dru didn’t care to be enclosed in such a small room with no windows, no exit. It was the warrior in her. Now that she had her mate in her presence, her instincts were sharper, and the thought of a threat against her, or herself, weighed heavy. She had more than herself to think about.
Dru rested a hand on one of her daggers at her waist, comforted by the feel of the weapon.
“Are you just going to stand there?” Tomesha asked.
Dru glanced over at her and shrugged.
Tomesha rolled her eyes and sighed. “Well, I can say this is a little different than when I got processed.”
“How so?”
“Well, one, they didn’t ask you about clothing, or illnesses, or interests and stuff,” Tomesha said.
“I’m sure that is so the vampire can prepare for the arrival of their mate. We wouldn’t know anything about them. We may not have much time to prepare, but it gives the vampires a heads-up,” Dru replied.
