Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [386]
“Aagh!” the Minion cried, struggling and wheezing against the sudden choke hold.
“Yeah, that probably hurts,” Tegan said coolly. He squeezed harder, increasing pressure to allow only the smallest bit of air to pass into the Minion’s lungs. “Had a little trouble in town today, did you?”
“Let…go…”
Tegan’s touch told him of the Minion’s recollection of what happened at Irina Odolf ’s place. He read the Minion’s anger, his surprise at Elise’s retaliation, his disgusting intent to make her suffer for it deeply, had she not been able to get away from him.
“Who sent you after her?” Tegan demanded, all but certain on his own, but needing to hear it. “Who’s your Master, you sick fuck?”
“Piss off, vampire,” the Minion gasped, but inside he was panicking and in a great deal of pain. His mind surrendered the name to Tegan’s touch, even though his tongue refused to speak it.
Marek.
It came as little surprise to Tegan that Lucan’s brother owned this one. He wouldn’t doubt that the powerful vampire had a far-reaching network of human mind slaves at his disposal. God knew he’d had many long years to covertly lay the groundwork for whatever dark plan the deceptive son of a bitch was working on.
But it wasn’t anger at Marek that tightened Tegan’s grip on the Minion’s injured throat, as much as he wanted to tell himself he was just crippling one more leg of his enemy’s army. What filled Tegan’s mind as he choked the life out of the sorry excuse for a man was the cold knowledge that the human had put his hands on Elise.
For the fact that the Minion had enjoyed hurting her, Tegan intended to take his sweet time ending the bastard.
“Was the lamb not to your liking?”
Elise snapped back to attention and met Reichen’s gaze across the intimate restaurant table. “No, it’s delicious. Everything was just incredible, Andreas. You really didn’t have to do this.”
He made a casually dismissive gesture with his hand, but his smile was full of pride. “What kind of host would I be to let you go all day without a proper meal? It seemed only fitting that I treat you to one of the city’s finest dinners.”
They were seated together in a top-floor restaurant in one of Berlin’s most exclusive hotels. After learning Elise hadn’t eaten for several hours, Reichen had insisted they detour there after they’d left Helene’s club.
He wasn’t having anything, of course. Those of the Breed could only consume prepared food in the smallest quantities—a practice reserved for rare moments when a vampire found it necessary in order to pretend to be human.
Elise had hardly eaten either, despite the fact that the food and wine in front of her was nothing short of amazing. As hungry as she was, she had little appetite. She could hardly think of eating when Tegan was out there somewhere, fighting her battles.
Outside the window at her left, the nighttime city twinkled with life below. She looked out, letting her gaze wander over the tangle of milling pedestrians, rushing traffic, and the illuminated beauty of Brandenburg Gate.
None of the humans out there had the first clue about the war that was rising within the Breed. Few in the Darkhavens knew either. Those who were in a position to know of Rogue conflicts chose to turn a blind eye, trusting politics and protocol to keep things in their proper place. Everyone went about their lives, oblivious, comfortably ignorant, while Tegan and the other members of the Order dirtied their hands and risked their lives to maintain the fragile peace within the Breed and its dependent link to humankind.
She had been one of those sheltered many. When she looked across the table at handsome, sophisticated Reichen, she was reminded how easy her life had been before. She had lived in the cushioned lap of wealth and privilege as Quentin Chase’s mate. A part of her realized how easy it would be to return to that kind of existence, to pretend she’d never seen the terrible things she’d witnessed outside the Darkhavens these past several months, or