of the reasons for founding Penton in the first place had been to avoid that predatory shit and shield their bonded humans from hungry vampires growing increasingly desperate.
Plus, he noticed Mirren might be grumbling about ice cream, but he also was the one carrying the boxes rather than sticking them on the Gator. Will couldn’t help himself. “I have it on good authority that a certain oversized vampire has a sweet tooth and it’s virtually turned his mate into a diabetic. Ice cream’s for you and Glory, big guy.”
Mirren speared him with a glare from eyes the color of storm clouds, but Will grinned at him. After a second, Mirren turned and headed toward the tree line with his load of ice cream, but not before Will caught the edge of a smile. Glory, a Muscogee Creek woman with telekinetic powers, had come to Penton under bad circumstances—rescued, along with Mirren, fromMatthias’s compound in Virginia. She had a straight-talking, spirited nature that had tamed the Slayer, much to everyone’s surprise—especially Mirren’s.
Will scoured the parking lot and surrounding areas while the others loaded up materials and blended into the shadows. Someone, probably Mirren, would return the Gator to the parking lot once it was unloaded.
Aidan was last, hefting the remaining generator to carry in by hand. “Be careful out there. And don’t be surprised if you see Randa—she’s patrolling.” He frowned and paused, looking like something else was on his mind.
Will might be getting the ability to roll humans’ minds, but he couldn’t read the mind of a master vampire, and it wasn’t like Aidan to be indecisive. “What’s up? Anything in particular you want me to look for?”
Will planned to visit the densely wooded area behind his former house and dig his spare laptop out of its hiding place. If Aidan needed him to handle something else, though, the laptop could wait.
“This is going to sound weird, but it’s about Melissa.” About the same height as Will’s six feet, but with long dark hair and blue eyes that grew downright icy when he was hungry or angry, Aidan had retained a hint of his native Irish accent. “I know she died. I heard her neck snap, for God’s sake. But I swear a trace of my bond to her is still there, and it shouldn’t be. It blinked out when she died, but it came back. It feels different and it’s faint, but I swear I feel it.”
Aidan rubbed his eyes. “I know this is nuts, but…keep an eye out for her, you know?”
Will pondered the nature of blood bonds, at least what little he knew of them. He’d performed them with a lot of Penton’shumans—well, OK, with a lot of Penton’s women, since all the humans had to be bonded to a scathe member. He’d never been close enough to any of them to have that kind of emotional connection, however, even with his fams. He couldn’t feel any ties to his current feeder, Olivia. The fact that he still thought of Liv as a feeder and not a familiar probably spoke volumes.
In other words, this bonding issue was way outside his wheelhouse. “What do you think it means?”
Aidan shrugged. “Don’t know. Probably just wishful thinking. But…oh, holy hell, forget it. Just be careful out there. My guess is that Matthias has stayed close. He has to be trying to figure out how we all escaped and will be waiting for one of us to resurface. Don’t play into his hand.”
No problem. A run-in with the dad from hell was not on Will’s to-do list.
After Aidan disappeared into the hatch entrance to Omega and the lock clicked, Will jammed on a black hat to camouflage his blond hair and loped toward Penton. It was after midnight, and Matthias’s patrols would be sniffing around.
He stopped frequently, scenting the air for vampires or humans, and picked up his first whiff of eau de vampire about a mile from downtown, or what was left of downtown after Matthias had tried to blast it to hell.
He stopped and scented the air again. Normally, all