Alliances (Guardians of White Light, #1) Read Online Free Page B

addict former owner. Now, it was his base—his and his team, Legion. Commanded by Mathias, their agenda was to keep the peace between the vampire populace, humans and Immortalia. It was a small outfit, with only three members outside of him and Luke. One of the three was Luke’s sister, biker chick, Tanya. The other two were soldiers who Mathias had trained two centuries prior for Silas, right before the creation of Immortalia. They had shared Mathias’ distaste for Silas’ war against the human world. Two heavyset, well-seasoned fighters, Thomas and John were well-known by Immortalia and feared because of it. Luke, of course, was Mathias’ right hand man. He had been since Mathias’ glory days when he’d led an infamous army of warriors known as Eternus.
    He rapped on the garage door that fronted the property. Moments later it opened. He stepped inside, letting the automatic door close behind him.
    Immediately his eyes were drawn to a plain white Sedan that took up two-thirds of the garage. Just beyond this at the rear of the warehouse was a flight of iron steps that led up to the second floor where Legion met for briefings and discussion. All the windows were blacked out with paint. No light could shine through. They were all safe there when meetings happened to run late into the daylight hours. It had been a decade since Mathias had ventured out here. Since Liana’s death he’d only communicated with them from a distance. The only time he ventured outside into the world was to purchase his monthly supply of blood from the butcher’s and to drink.
    He sensed Luke’s approach. “That’s the transport?”
    Luke nodded.
    Mathias crossed to the van. He reached for the door handle and grimaced as a searing pain shot through his wounded right shoulder. Dammit, be careful!
    “How’s it healing?” Luke asked.
    “It’ll be fine in a day or two.”
    “I still don’t know how you made it out of there.”
    Mathias winked at him. “Experience, my friend.”
    “I guess that’s why you can afford to be so arrogant about it,” Luke said with a laugh.
    “I prefer to call it confidence.”
    “Hmm,” Luke murmured, unconvinced.
    “Plus, I was still a little drunk so it numbed the searing pain just enough for me to keep moving.”
    “You seem sober now,” Luke commented, as he studied his friend.
    “Cold turkey. It was just a way to pass the time.”
    “I hope so.”
    “Ah, the warrior returns,” Tanya’s voice came, “It’s been a while.”
    Mathias and Luke turned towards the steps to see Tanya skipping down them with Thomas and John in tow. Dressed head to toe in body-hugging white leather, her blood-red hair pulled into a high ponytail revealing huge golden hoops handing from her ears, she looked the epitome of a biker chick. Thomas and John were both dressed in black tactical gear. Soldiers for all generations , Mathias thought. Back when he’d first met them it was chainmail. Now, it was tactical gear. The two of them were difficult to tell apart. Both dressed in the same ‘uniform’. Both were the same tall muscular build. The only noticeable difference was their hair. Thomas’ hair was shaggy and nearing shoulder length while John sported a neat crew cut. Luke looked as though he’d modeled his look on a marine drill sergeant. He barely had any hair, so short was his blonde crew cut. Over the last fifty years he’d taken to wearing army camo gear. Mathias, always being the rebel, like Tanya, stood there in blue jeans, a black t-shirt and a leather jacket. He didn’t give a crap how he was dressed.
    “You look good,” Tanya greeted Mathias.
    She winked at him and licked her lips slyly.
    Luke grimaced at his sister’s overt flirtation with his long-time comrade.
    Mathias smiled and let it roll off him. He knew she had a crush on him. He’d felt the heat from her when Luke had introduced them a couple of decades ago. But now it was just playful, because she knew he would never do anything