Page 27 of Bane of Hate and Silver (Primordial Inheritance #1)

Up a moving staircase, across a bridge jerking this way and that, down a twisting slide, Jules walked into yet another room.

This one contained a springy rope obstacle course.

The family in front of Jules was giggling wildly.

Jules supposed something like this would be fun with loved ones to share it with.

For her, it was frustrating and unamusing.

The family ahead of her skipped into the next room gleefully.

Jules stopped short. She couldn’t enter.

The room in front of her was a maze of mirrors.

She couldn’t see the expression on her face, she never again would.

As they bounded away, the family’s reflections were warping into many different shapes, sizes, and contortions.

Jules looked behind her, she couldn’t go back but she couldn’t go forward.

The family successfully made it to the other side just as another group entered the rope room.

It was now or not at all. Jules sped through the maze, her lack of reflection accosting her from every side.

She hit a dead end, spun, and tried another angle.

The next group was catching up to her. She heard them enter the mirror maze just as she ran into the next room.

The world around her went dark. The music was wild.

Lights were flashing, obscuring her sight.

It was enough to make her dizzy and disoriented, which Jules guessed was the point.

She was just about to rush from the room as well, when she felt herself being pulled across it.

For a moment, she thought it was part of the funhouse until she realized it was strong arms moving her into position against the wall. A tall body pressed against hers.

The whites of his eyes were glowing down at her.

“Hi,” Jules said, looking up at Luca.

“Hi.” He greeted, putting his hands around the back of her thighs and lifting her.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, locking her ankles to hold herself.

He pressed her back against the wall. She should feel trapped but instead felt secure.

Their eyes locked. She bit her bottom lip.

He groaned. Bending his neck toward her, his teeth trapped her bottom lip and pulled it free.

She gave a tiny gasp in surprise at the small amount of pain.

His body leaned into her even more and her mouth opened for him.

Her body ignited at each point of contact.

After a minute or two that could have been hours or seconds, Luca pulled back. Resting his forehead on her own, breathing heavily, he spoke softly. “Thanks for meeting me.”

“I wanted to see you,” she said, her hands coming to rest over his white tee-shirt.

“To see you there and not be able to touch you. To kiss you. Torture.” He admitted.

“I thought secrets were sexy.”

“Oh, they are.” He leaned in and kissed her again.

Carson meandered back through the games as the carnival started to die down.

The music from the midway started to fade into the background, and the smells of the food vendors grew closer.

Carson had come to this event to support his town and the local high school.

He had encouraged his entire pack to do the same.

As the leader of so many, it was Carson’s duty to enrich the community in which the majority of his wolves lived.

He had elected to come without the Den members. There was a lot of tension in the Den at the moment, between Kyle’s betrayal and Luca’s rebellious words. Luca, at least, seemed to be coming around. He had told him that the red-haired vampire was the school’s librarian.

Carson’s arm was draped lazily around Demetria’s shoulders, brushing her right breast whenever the opportunity presented itself.

She was tall and strong, with breasts he could barely fit in his hand and ass for days.

He’d originally wanted someone younger to be his queen.

Joe Reynolds’s oldest daughter was an exceptional beauty both in and out of wolf form.

White wolves were a rare jewel. However, his first love, the one that should have been his all along, seemed like a deal he couldn’t easily pass up.

At least for now. He still lusted after the tight young pussy of the Reynolds girl.

If that traitor, Cooper, happened to find himself dead in a ditch, all bets were off.

Demetria squeezed his hand, pulling his attention back to the woman at his side. “Let me go see if Ricky is ready to leave,” she said, sliding out from under the weight of his arm.

“Do you have to?” Carson asked with a playful whine. He slipped both arms around her hips pressing her ass against his half-hard cock.

Wriggling free and turning back toward him, she said, “he’s my son.” Her breasts pressed against him. Squeezing her ass, he yanked her closer, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She pushed back with her palm on his chest, and he freed her from his hold. “So yes, I have to.”

“Be quick.” He demanded, smacking her ass before she could walk away.

He watched as she walked across the dirt, hips swaying. That’s when he saw what he’d really come for, proof of Luca’s intel. The ancient red-headed vampire was inside the booth with Demetria’s son. It chatted lightly with Demetria for a few moments while Carson watched.

It was smaller than he remembered and young looking, despite the fact that it was supposedly on staff at the high school. At first glance, the little vampire looked harmless, and yet, he knew it was a monster, more deadly and grotesque than all others.

Carson desperately wanted to run across the way and rip its head off where it stood.

The world would be better off if he did but he resisted.

There was a time and a place for such executions.

He had tasked Jed with tracking its movements.

The time would come. There was already a plan in motion that would ensure the vampire’s demise.

Soon enough, Aboit and the wolves under his care would be rid of this threat forever.