Whispers of Night: 1 (Immortal Embrace) Read Online Free Page B

city that never slept, and at the moment, neither did he.
    Dane was a shrewd businessman who had built a multimillion-dollar organization over the last three centuries. When he wasn’t working, he spent his downtime hunting the creatures he blamed for making him a walking abomination. There were always more phone calls he had to make and messages from clients that awaited his attention but they could be handled later.
    The rise in attacks was escalating. Something was brewing, beyond what was normal. More Rogues were popping up like a plague on this city. New York wasn’t immune to crime, he knew that, but these homicides were different because each time they happened more of the creatures he hated were created. It reminded him of his own transformation.
    Why he thought of it now, he wasn’t sure.
    He remembered that fateful night as if it were yesterday, when he’d awakened in that dark place only to learn the terrible truth about his new existence. When he’d tried to escape the stark reality of it by going outside during daylight hours, the sun had seared his flesh. That’s when reality finally set in. The Order gave him a reason to keep going. Revenge was a powerful motivator.
    Thirst began to gnaw at him. Bloody great, it’s time to feed again. In the early years, animals were his only source to control his bloodlust. Nowadays though, he bought his supply from a blood bank and had it delivered to his home. He was relieved not to have to suffer the hunger or be forced to hunt animals. He frowned at the vile memories.
    He got up from his chair and walked over to a faux panel, punched in a code and a door slid open. He walked inside the room and quickly changed into black cargo pants, combat boats and a long-sleeved shirt. He strapped his special gun to his waist and stuffed several clips filled with ultraviolet chemical bullets into his pockets. It was time to hunt the Rogue vampires who refused to conform. He opened the fridge and grabbed several pints of blood, bit into them and drank the contents.
    Time to hunt. He touched the dragon pendant hanging around his neck and placed it under his shirt. He had become one of the Order’s most lethal killers, honing his skills over the last three centuries. He slung a crossbow over his shoulder, pulled his hair back into a tight ponytail and left the room.
    Tracing, the ability to will one’s self to familiar locations, was a skill he never grew tired of. He closed his eyes and reappeared on the roof of his building. It was peaceful up here. He usually came up to gather his thoughts before he began his night patrol—it had, like everything else, become a part of his routine. A slight breeze swept past him as he climbed onto the outer ledge. He crouched down and watched the lights below.
    Dane inhaled deeply, pictured Central Park and stepped off the roof, landing near a grouping of trees in the middle of the park. He patrolled for a few hours but for once there wasn’t much activity.
    All was quiet so he finished the rounds and traced back to the lower garage of his building. Since he wasn’t going to get an adrenaline rush from taking out the enemy, he settled for the next best thing, which was driving one of the many sports cars he owned. They were impractical here in New York but he didn’t care. It was the one vice he continue to indulge in whenever the opportunity presented itself. He liked pushing the engine’s limit to see how fast it could take him. It was late and with any luck the streets would be clear enough to build some speed.
    He was about to climb behind the wheel of his Aston Martin One-77 when he picked up the faint scent of Rogue.
    Here in my building? You have got to be kidding me. Someone is seriously going to lose their job over this security breach. But that wasn’t the only scent he picked up. Someone’s working late. Shit.
    “They’re like fucking weeds, you kill one, another pops up.” He cursed as he traced to the upper level of the