The Blood Order (Fanghunters Book Two) Read Online Free

for you," the bouncer told him.
    Dom had no clue who Sammy was. "Really?" he said, feigning surprise.
    The bouncer gave him a stoic nod. "Straight up. He thought you'd gone underground forever."
    Dom put on a tentative grin. "Well, I'm here now."
    The bouncer nodded in a humorless fashion. "Yeah, you sure are."
    The barmaid returned with Dom's drink. She placed the bottle down on the bar ahead of him.
    She went to ask for money when the bouncer interrupted her. "This one's on the house," he said to her, placing a huge hand over her tiny palm. Her mouth became a small O before she turned and went to serve another customer.
    Dom picked up his beer. "Thanks," he said before he took a sip. He could feel the bouncer's stare on him the whole time, all the while that tingling rushing up and down his spine like electricity. The beer was crisp, though, as always.
    He inhaled deep. "So, any idea where I can find Sammy?" he asked the bouncer.
    The bouncer rolled his eyes up and fixed them in place.
    Dom followed their trajectory; he turned in his seat, facing away from the bar. His eyes fell upon one of the VIP booths. It was ominously dark. And quiet. A shiver then coursed up his spine, overriding the tingling.
    He turned back to face the bouncer.
    "Come on, I'll show you up,' the bouncer said.
    Dom frowned. "Okay," he replied in an unsure voice. On the one hand , he wanted to get up there and see what was behind that tinted glass, but on the other, he had no idea what he was walking into. They seemed to know him , but he still couldn't remember how he fitted into all this.
    The bouncer stood upright. "Let's go," he said before turning to his right and heading to the end of the bar.
    " Alrighty ," Dom replied, grabbing his Bud. He wheeled on his seat and got to his feet. He strode along his side of the bar, trailing the bouncer who marched along his side. As he went, his stomach began knotting up again. He took a big gulp of his beer to try and calm it down.
    Stay cool, buddy, he told himself. Stay cool.
    He had no idea what he was being led into. And that made him nervous.
    They reached the end of the bar where they met; the bouncer moved ahead, leading Dom around the perimeter of the dance floor toward a new set of double doors where more bouncers were loitering. They gave each other a brief nod, before the bouncer guarding the door stepped aside, allowing Dom and his chaperone entrance. Dom's bouncer opened the double doors, glanced back at Dom and flicked his head his way. He then turned and headed beyond the doors. Dom took another gulp of his beer as he followed, the bouncers already stationed on the door eyeing him the whole way. Dom didn't like their stares on him; he put his head down and moved into the corridor beyond. The doors closed up behind him and the music was then muted, only audible inside his chest cavity. Ahead of him was a flight of stairs that zigzagged up. His bouncer was already up the first set of steps. He turned and put his hands out to the sides. "I ain't got all day," he declared.
    Dom threw him an uneasy grin and then began up the steps. The bouncer turned and entered the next flight. The tingling in Dom's spine started to increase the further he ventured into this back area. Something else ran alongside it. It was like an anticipation of something; part excitement, part dread. It was a nauseous sensation, one he was having trouble concealing. He glanced down at his free hand to see it was shaking. He threw it down into his pocket. Out of sight, out of mind.
    The bouncer reached the top of the steps. He turned to the right and disappeared into a new corridor. Dom upped his pace to keep up. Stay cool, he kept repeating to himself, even though he was far from cool. On reaching the summit, he spun his head to the right to see the bouncer filling up a thin, dimly lit corridor. Dom gulped more beer, then entered the corridor. In the next instant, he found himself surrounded by tinted glass paneling punctuated