Vampire's Kiss: The Watchers
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As someone who has survived her first year as an Acari recruit, Drew's ultimate goal is to become a Watcher and be paired up with a Vampire agent. Except nothing is as it seems. The vampire Alcántara is as sinister as he is sexy, Ronan is more distant than ever, and it turns out there are other vampires out there. Bad ones. They've captured one of the Watcher vamps and are torturing him for information-and Drew is going undercover to rescue him.
But when their vampire prisoner turns out to be a gorgeous bad boy, Drew's first mission quickly turns into more than she bargained for...
Good question. He’d know that, with his office just upstairs, I’d pretty much thrown myself in his path simply by being there. I’d wanted to find out more about our mission, but did I have other questions, too? That he might have a flirtation with Masha was just too intriguing. That many girls had special relationships with vampires, too compelling. So why seek him out privately, instead of in a classroom setting? Was it that I wanted to bring our relationship to some sort of a head? And if so,
her stuff. “Seriously. Let’s just go.” I squeezed my hand where I’d rested it on her arm, then gave her an encouraging look. “If we leave now, we’ll just look weak. We need to stay. Now, take out your knife.” “My what?” “Your knife. You know, that big-ass Buck knife you have. I know you carry it around.” It was thick and serrated, and the last time I saw it, she’d been stabbing a Draug in the back, saving me. “Come on, farm girl.” I gave her a small smile. “You’ve faced worse than this.” She
have got to learn when to stand down.” I nodded, but in my heart, I completely disagreed. All of this—the hazing, the posturing, even the flirting—was a part of some greater test. I was almost certain now. Because there was only one group on this island who could demand total submission. And it wasn’t us girls. CHAPTER FIFTEEN “Walk with me,” Amanda said, shooing us off the couch. It didn’t sound like a request, and I hopped up, relieved to be dealing with an Initiate who wasn’t such a raging
big one and was riding it into shore. It was like witnessing grace and power combined. Amanda marveled. “Bloody fantastic, isn’t he?” As he reached the breakers, he dove off his board into the surf. He emerged from the waves, carrying his huge longboard as though it were merely a bit of driftwood he’d snatched up. “Yeah. He’s something.” I tore my eyes away. He belonged to Amanda, whereas all I had was a vampire with a bruise fetish. Childish, sure, but it annoyed me. Also annoying was how
when, after a pause, he handed it to me. It was long and sharp, with a satisfying heft. I was surprised to realize it was carved of wood. “Cool.” “So it is.” “Did you make it yourself?” He hesitated, then gave a sharp nod. “Aye. Though it’s not something I generally discuss.” So they were secret stakes. And of course they would be. Vampires wouldn’t want to think about non-vampires roaming around bearing anti-vampire weaponry. The secrecy lit a fuse inside, and I was desperate to know