Guild Hunter 04 - Archangel's Blade

curb when he slid it into a No Parking spot in front of a dingy little building with a neon sign proclaiming it The Blood Den . Since the number plate made it clear the car belonged to Dmitri, he didn’t bother with warnings. Anyone stupid enough to touch his car deserved what was coming to him.
    A wide-eyed bouncer who outweighed Dmitri by two hundred pounds—and who wouldn’t be able to stop him for so much as a second should Dmitri find himself annoyed—opened the door to the club before Dmitri reached it.
    “Five-foot-four woman of Asian descent,” he said to the shaven-headed male. “Black hair streaked with pink, brown eyes”—for the moment at least—“pasty skin.” Sorrow shunned the sun, not because it hurt her but because she thought she was a creature who belonged in the dark.
    “I noticed a chick going into one of the booths with a guy when I went in for a break,” the bouncer said. “Could be her.”
    Striding to the booth after the bouncer pointed it out, he pulled open the door to expose a twenty-something white male with his pants around his ankles. He had his hand on a turgid cock, was jerking off, a glazed look in his eyes.
    Sorrow, sitting on the bench opposite, curved crimsonpainted lips. “Come to join the party?” A mocking question that held nothing of sex, though she was dressed in a tight black dress with spaghetti straps that ended high on her thighs, her legs covered in boots of liquid black.
    Not saying a word, Dmitri slapped the male. The man blinked, looked down, back up. “Wha—”
    “Get out.” Dmitri held open the door.
    Cock deflating, the man pulled up his pants and left, stumbling over his feet in his rush to vacate the room. Shutting the door, Dmitri leaned on it and watched as Sorrow threw back what looked to be a large tequila before slamming the glass down with a look of disgust. “Do you know I can’t even get properly drunk?”
    “Your metabolism’s altered.” Along with so many other things.
    A bitter laugh. “Yeah, and I can make men whip out their cocks and jerk off in front of me. Great superpower, huh?”
    In point of fact, it was. Along with that ring of hypnotic green around her eyes and perhaps a murderous insanity, Sorrow had gained the ability to mesmerize people for short periods. Right now, she could only get them to commit acts they were already predisposed to engage in, but Dmitri didn’t think it would stay that way for long. In the time since Uram had bitten her, infected her , the changes in Sorrow had progressed at phenomenal speed.
    Aware of her frustration at his lack of overt anger, he watched as she uncurled from her seat, graceful as a cat, and walked over to press herself against him. “Why haven’t you ever bled or fucked me, Dmitri?” Glittering eyes. Hard words. “Not good enough for you?”
    “I don’t sleep with little girls.”
    Her head snapped back, eyes heavy with makeup slamming into his. “I’m no child.”
    Dmitri didn’t bother to argue the point. Instead, taking her hand, he opened the door.
    She resisted. “I—”
    “Enough,” he said in a quiet tone that sliced through the pulsating music as if it didn’t exist. “I cut small, precise pieces out of a vampire today.” Honor hadn’t realized that Valeria was missing most of her heart beneath her robe by the time Honor walked back into the room. “I’m planning to do a lot worse to another. So I wouldn’t mess with me.”
    Sorrow sucked in a breath, but didn’t speak again until they were out on the street, the late spring air brisk enough to raise goose bumps on her arms. “How long did it take?” she asked in a voice that trembled.
    “What?”
    “To become . . . inhuman?”
    “Three months after my Making was complete.” That was how long Misha had screamed and sobbed in the chains across from him, how long Caterina’s ashes had lain exposed to the elements beside those of her mother.
    “I’m sorry, Ingrede.” Standing beside the burned-out shell of the cottage, his dead son’s body cradled in his arms, the most precious of burdens. “Forgive me.”
    Striding to the Ferrari, he wrenched open the passengerside door. “Get in.”
    Sorrow obeyed, her defiance crushed by the brutality of his mood. Suddenly she looked heartbreakingly young, but Dmitri wasn’t about to cut her any slack. She’d had over a year of it. “Using vampiric abilities on mortals without approval can get you sentenced to the earth.” The punishment