“His senses are acute, wolf and vampire. It’s impossible he hasn’t run across at least one of our kind in two hundred years.”

Gregor lifted his eyes to his son and stopped tapping. “I know, Yuri.”

“He’s been protected, and not by a family of loyal Chinese,” Yuri declared.

Gregor sighed.

“He was saved from that witch,” Yuri said quietly.

“He was,” Gregor agreed.

“We can trace her. We have a date and a place. We can find out who she is. We might also find her.”

Gregor kept his eyes to his son. “Do you think another immortal would happen upon a witch attempting to dispatch the only known hybrid and she’d survive?”

“No,” Yuri replied. “Especially since it wasn’t just another immortal. It was his mother, or his father, or both. There’s no chance they allowed her to survive. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t look for her. She might have people. People who may know things. People who I can make talk.”

Gregor’s attention on his son became acute.

Yuri was hotheaded. He was also passionate. It was uncanny since it was not vampiric nor was it inherited from his father or his mother, who showed less emotion than even Gregor.

He was almost like a wolf.

But he was not wolf. He was vampire, a vampire with a variety of skills he’d honed over his centuries so that he was uniquely gifted in using them.

“Find who you can find,” Gregor said quietly. “And make them talk.”

He watched his son’s slow smile.

Then he watched his son straighten from the chair and move to the door.

Only when he had it opened did Gregor call, “Yuri?”

Yuri turned back and lifted a brow.

“Be careful,” Gregor whispered.

Yuri nodded once.

Then he disappeared.

Chapter Fifteen

Destiny Fuckin’ Loves Me

Delilah

I walked down the street cautiously, my stomach roiling with nausea, blood and bodies everywhere. On the streets. In the doorways to the shops. Necks gashed open. Throats ripped out. Limbs ripped away.

They were all gone. Every last human.

Save me.

This couldn’t be right. This couldn’t be what they wanted. This was worse than we’d expected.

They needed humans to survive.

So why were they killing them all?

“This is a warning.”

I whipped around at the voice and saw him standing in the middle of the street.

A vampire. Handsome. Proud.

Evil.

“This is what we can do. This is why they will submit,” he went on.

“Where’s Abel?” I asked.

“He will sacrifice himself for you.”

I felt my insides freeze and it was agony.