The Angel's Kiss

345 Pages·2012·1.27 MB·English

by  Akeroyd Serena

The FourWinds:
THE ANGEL’S KISS

Serena Akeroyd

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The FourWinds: The Angel’s Kiss
Copyright © August 2015 by Serena Akeroyd
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Dedication
To Nanna. As always.
And to Cecil the Lion. I only wish the Fomor were to blame for your passing. That way,
humans might be excused for our careless disregard of the beautiful creatures roaming the
planet.
As it is, there is no excuse. I'm so sorry.
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Part One
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Prologue
Treaty of the FourWinds
1815
Vampyres
Signed by Coven Maesters:
Nikolai Korsov
Rule Dubeau
Curzio Lisardi
Lykaens
Signed by Alphas:
Dmitry Vasin
Zeke Caron
Dante Lucciano
The Maesters and Alphas herewith declare their union. For every Vampyre, a
Lykaen guardian shall be assigned. A trinity blood bond shall be enforced between the
pair to protect the races.
The Lykaen shall be the Vampyre’s sole source of blood. The Lykaen’s own needs,
sexual or otherwise, shall be addressed by the Vampyre.
If one dies, the other shall perish.
If one finds a mate, the other will share that mate.
If children are born to the bonded pair and said mate, their offspring will have
two fathers.
Each Lykaen and Vampyre must be thus entwined to protect the future innocents
from destruction.
By the power vested in the Maester and Lykaen councils we decree. To cease the
shed of blood witnessed on this day, November 16, 1815, both Lykaen and Vampyre
shall be enemies no more.
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Not allies, nor friends.
Bound.
As one.
Until death parts them.
No longer shall Vampyre and Lykaen be at war, forever seeking the other’s end.
From this moment, and for every other, this union means blessed peace for two warring
races.
The gods are the witness of this treaty. May they protect this bondage and seal
each pair with their power, for only they can authorize such a pact and ensure the
protection of the blood of future generations.
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Chapter One
Lyssa
The day I discovered vampires—excuse me, Vampyres…apparently, the spelling
is important—existed, I didn’t freak out.
The undead are among us, boohoo. Christ, I’m a noughties babe. A kid reared on
Twilight, Buffy, and Blade.
Hell, I was actually thrilled to learn they exist. Especially as the guy telling me he
was one was my fiancé.
Yeah, get that.
Nikolai Korsov is a Vampyre.
If you don’t know who Nikolai Korsov is, then where the fuck have you been
these last five years? Under a freakin’ stone?
I mean, Christ.
This is Niko Korsov we’re talking about here.
The computer coder who revolutionized the Internet. Who matched what Steve
Jobs did for the industry during the latter half of the twentieth century.
Niko is infamously famous.
If you don’t know him, maybe you’ve been living in the Arctic or something. But
wait. I think the polar bears know who Niko Korsov is.
My fiancé decided to come clean about the whole existence-of-Vampyres thing the
night before our wedding rehearsal dinner.
I guess he mustn’t have realized how enlightened I am or known how cool his
fiancée is. I mean, at first, sure, I laughed.
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It was comical.
There we were, sitting in the tiny Welcome Inn where my father insisted Niko stay
before we say “I do,” and out he comes with it all.
Bloodsucking.
Inhuman strength.
Yadda yadda yadda.
I dealt with it all. Handled it rather superbly, if I say so myself.
Until I asked the question.
The question that had popped into my head the instant he’d started talking about
sucking blood. A question that had taken priority over every other, including the one
where I wondered if there was a coffin somewhere in the basement for him to snooze
in…
Whose blood was he using for dinner?
Okay, I guess it’s weird to freak out about that but not about the fact the world is
far more than the “average Joe” human realizes. Nobody ever said Lyssa Jane Hamilton
had her priorities in order.
Hmm, that’s probably nothing to be proud of. But fuck it. Vampyres exist. Reality
as I know it has tilted, and I’m allowed to be wobbly about this new information.
Sue me.
As it is, Niko’s answer didn’t exactly make me feel warm and cozy inside. I think
I’d have preferred to learn he’d been “drinking” from other women. Better that than
learn Niko’s badass bodyguard, Dmitry Vasin, is his version of a grocery store. And
that if I’m to marry Niko, then this shitty old treaty that happened two hundred years
ago states I also have to marry Dmitry.
Some bullshit to do with a war that happened years ago, the blood of innocents
being shed, blah, blah, blah.
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Now, I pay my donation to Greenpeace and to UNICEF. Technically I was
baptized Christian, but I'm not a believer. I sure as hell don't go to church every
Sunday, but hey, who does? Apart from all my family, that is. This is the Bible Belt after
all. I'm as charitable as I can be, but this just takes the biscuit. Why should I have to
marry two guys because of a war that happened two centuries ago?
Does that sound fair?
No. It fucking does not.
Okay, I'll admit Dmitry is hotter than hell. And yeah, the idea of Niko clamping
down on Dmitry’s throat and slurping up A Negative like it’s champagne makes bits of
me tingle…
But I ain’t frickin’ doing it.
That’s what I told Niko.
Yup. I did. I said no.
N. O.
I left the Welcome Inn in tears, heart breaking as I stomped away toward my
rented car, and felt like I was dying when I drove over my daddy’s land and headed
toward the lake, where as a kid I’d spent nearly all my summer vacations. It had been
my haven and bolt-hole. Adulthood hasn’t changed that.
After spending the night in the SUV, the crick in my neck hasn’t improved my
mood any. The sun’s too bright, and my heart’s still aching.
I could accept the whole bloodsucking thing. But two husbands? I mean, sure, I’ve
read way too many ménage romances. What chick hasn’t? And what chick doesn’t try
to figure out which bits go where while being the filling in a hunk sandwich?
But the reality is, the bad girl stays locked up in the bedroom, glued to her erotic
romances, and gorging on ice cream and chocolate.