Page 3 of The Vampire's Storm

Brayden nodded.

He glanced up just as the king walked out of the main doors of the castle, looking every inch the royal leader he was.

Then again, so did he when he wasn’t wearing his black Moretti fatigues. Which wasn’t often. And just the way he liked it.

Their eyes locked.

They have Willow and Isabella. Brayden telepathed his brother, and a mix of knowing and anger filled Vincent’s eyes. Stay alive. Ari will protect you.

Before the king could respond, and with no plan, Brayden teleported away to hunt down his enemy like the predator he was.

Willow, I am coming.

CHAPTER ONE

“Where did he fucking go?” Craig roared.

Logan Mathieson lay a few feet from where the commander’s voice sounded and rubbed a hand along his face.

Not again.

For fuck's sake. If he got shot with that fucking serum again, he would single-handedly hunt down those human mafia assholes and slice them into little pieces.

While he smiled.

That’s how much he hated humans. Especially those piece of shit Russian gangsters.

His vision cleared, and he realized he was in the medical center again. Logan sat up and began to register the loud argument taking place around him. Mind you, anything with Craig was loud. But this was extra loud.

“Keep your voice down,” Ari growled.

Jesus.

Watching the two biggest vampires—three if the prince had been there—go at one another was like watching two wild lions in a circus.

He was tempted to move, but that liquid crap was still working its way out of his system, and he was on a go slow.

If it was life or death, he’d move.

But hopefully, the two senior warriors would calm the fuck down.

“It’s not a library. Where. Did. He. Go?!” Craig shouted.

“Calm the fuck down, Commander.” Ari’s voice turned dark, and it made the hairs on the back of Logan’s neck stand up.

Ari had a calmness about him that screamed of power. So for him to get riled like this, something was up.

“Who’s missing?” Logan said, swinging his legs off the table and trying to sit up.

“Lie down,” a sweet voice said from the other side of him as he wobbled. “Ugh, lie down,” Brooklyn said again, pushing him.

Great.

The fucking human who didn’t belong in their world. Oh, well. One upside to being shot with that crap was that he got to torment the little raven-haired, blue-eyed scientist.

And check out her plump ass.

Not that he was attracted to humans.