TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: THE FIRST TWIST by Jacklyn Rogers (e book reader for pc txt) 📗

My eyes glared at her as I spat the coppery fluid mixed with my saliva in her face. Of course, this resulted in yet another painful punch to my nose. I heard a sickening crack, and blood began dribbling down my face.

I sneered at her as I licked my lips. Fairly sure the bitch broke my nose.

Dasha did always detest being mocked.

Chapter 26

3rd person POV

Jareth entered the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Caswell, Maine. It was a small town near the Canadian border with a mere population of roughly 306 inhabitants. The council had notified him that there was a disturbance in the area. They requested, or rather insisted, Jareth investigate why a group of vampires would be creating such a commotion in this small town. They were especially concerned since there was nothing of importance in such a remote region, which mostly forestry and a small town populous.

No, something was off, and Jareth was well aware as his keen eyes scanned the building he had entered and noted how still the air around him was. Jareth stood in the center of the dilapidated warehouse in a defensive stance, ready to meet whatever came at him head-on. Just as expected, a fledgling vampire approached him, stopping a few feet away.

"Hello, Jareth." It spoke, but Jareth was cognizant that the voice spoken was not that of the neophyte but someone else.

"Hello Dasha, and to what do I owe the displeasure?"

The fledgling bellowed with laughter, the psychotic sound reverberating throughout the building.

"Oh, Vampire, you always were one for such candor, weren't you?"

Jareth rolled his eyes, hoping to stop the incessant chitter and ascertain what dastardly plan Dasha was concocting.

Upon seeing Jareth's reaction, the fledgling vampire clicked its tongue and huffed, or rather it was Dasha that had disseminated such rudimentary actions. "Fine, I can see that you are just no fun. Honestly, I have no idea what Sammie even saw in you, Jareth. You're just so ... boring."

"I shall consider that a compliment coming from an ill-mannered witch such as yourself, Dasha." Jareth countered.

"Whatever. I'm sure you're aware now that I have arranged this little rendezvous, especially for you. Your baby vamps are so easy to manipulate. Pathetic, really … but I digress. I do hope you enjoy playing with my little toys while Sammie and I get reacquainted again. It seems that she and I have so much to catch up on, and unfortunately, that does not leave room for you to interfere Jareth. It's a girl thing. I'm sure you get the picture. Well, gotta run. I'll make sure to tell Sammie hi for you."

Instantly the fledgling was now in an attack stance. Any trace of Dasha had vanished. Jareth was a bit insulted that Dasha had only thought to deter Jareth with one mere fledgling vampire. Granted, fledglings are far more rabid than other vampires making their rage run solely on bloodlust and carnage, but one fledgling was inconsequential to a powerful vampire such as Jareth. No sooner had Jareth dashed to eliminate the fledgling vampire when several sparks were strewn throughout the room. Instantly Jareth was surrounded by at least a dozen rabid fledglings baring their sharp fangs ready to pounce.

"Well, it appears that Dasha's magic was concealing quite a few more participants for this little soiree. I must say I'm quite honored." Jareth spoke into the ear of his first victim before he ripped the fledgling's head from its body, tossing it aside causing the approaching vampires to snarl at their opponent.

Jareth's eyes grew black, and his razor-sharp fangs emerged. He let out a menacing growl. "I shall make sure to repay her hospitality," Jareth spoke.

All at once, the pugnacious vampires lunged at Jareth ...

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Devon had been on edge since his meeting with the two vampires, Jareth and Sammie. An underlying current of restlessness was flowing within his veins, and his wolf Slade was more agitated than his typical temperament. Something about the female vampire had caused an uneasy feeling to stir, and Devon sensed that she felt it too. A faint familiarity and spark had occurred when she presented her hand as a greeting.

Devon also detected the precarious tension between Dasha and the vampires, moreover so with Sammie to be exact. Both women left the meeting rather abruptly, but Devon had been able to hear the threatening words spoken between the two females. The fact that the female vamp had accused Dasha of trying to kill her seemed unfounded, and yet it didn’t. When that little minx asserted her dominance over Dasha, he couldn’t help but get aroused, which was not expected. He should have been protective of his own girlfriend, yet he couldn’t seem to summon the desire to do so. Instead, he and the female vamp’s mate sat idly by and observed the situation unfolding in front of them. It seemed as if Mr. Mickelsen was in no hurry to diffuse the problem but instead looked on proudly at his little mate. It seemed as if he, too, was aware of the two female's history. Only Devon had been in the dark, and he didn’t like it one bit. There was definitely something suspicious occurring between the three of them, and Devon wanted to find out what it was.

When he returned to their suite, Devon had planned to confront Dasha, but she was nowhere to be found. As soon as he slipped into the bedroom, he noticed a small, folded note sitting atop the grey duvet cover addressed to him. It appeared that Dasha had some business to take care of and would return later on.

Devon could feel an ominous air encircle him. His wolf growled.

Danger.

But he knew that Slade was not concerned about Dasha but rather the female vampire, Sammie, which only agitated Devon even more. He did not understand how his wolf would be aware of any danger and what connection that threat was with respect to Dasha.

Mate...danger!Slade growled.

Devon