Preacher:Sons of Sangue

By: Patricia A. Rasey

Bobby leaned down and whispered into Ivy’s ear that maybe she should excuse herself to the restroom and allow him to handle the rest. Apparently, Ivy was hinting at the donor society she belonged to, the private society which fed the vampires. He supposed she was trying to do Bobby a favor. After all, if Tena became a donor, then there would be no need for secrecy. Bobby would be free to be with Tena as his donor and artery provider.

There was one problem with her plan.

Tena had no fucking clue vampires existed.

Without Bobby having mastered hypnotism, if they told Tena and she freaked out, there would be no fixing it, no way to erase her memory of it. Damn his newbie hide.

“Look, Tena…” Bobby began as Ivy took her leave.

She shook her head. “Don’t do this, Preacher. I don’t want to hear your it’s been nice speech. I had no idea that you and Ivy… Never mind. As soon as Chad gets back, we’ll be on the road.”

“And where will you go?” His voice wavered in his rising anger. He had caused this. “You said yourself, there probably isn’t a hotel to be had in this town without notice. Stay here for the night, then you and Chad can head out in the morning as planned.”

She tipped her head to the floor and took a few deep breaths. When she looked back at him, the moisture was gone in them. “This was my hatched plan to come out here and see for myself that you were okay. I didn’t tell you I was coming. My fault. You and Ivy… Wow, what can I say? I just didn’t see it coming.”

Bobby wanted to wrap his arms around her, tell her he thought of no one else. Instead, he placed his hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Tena.”

“Don’t be. I’m the one who was living a fantasy.”

Chad opened the screen door, his gaze landing on Tena. “Did I miss something?”

“No.” Tena stepped back from Bobby and took one of the iced lattes from his hand. “We were just leaving. Turns out there isn’t enough room here to stay the night.”

Bobby watched as she turned and exited the cottage without a backward glance.

Chad narrowed his gaze at Bobby. “What the hell, man?”

“Not in the mood, Chad.” Bobby took a deep breath. “You take care of her. She’s going to need a shoulder.”

Not giving Chad a chance to respond, he led him to the door and opened it. Tena sat in the passenger seat of their car, head bowed. Chad took one last look at Bobby, shook his head, then took the stairs and headed for the car. Bobby turned, headed for the kitchen nook and grabbed his coffee. He took the mug to his lips and sipped, hating every fiber of his vampire being. Would it do him any good, he’d call Anton and give him a piece of his mind. He should’ve left him to die that day in the cafe. Bobby was no better than his former MC club members.

He deserved nothing more.

Chapter 4

“You just say the word, girlfriend, and I’ll go back and kick his Bear-alicious ass.”

Tena couldn’t help but chuckle, hearing the moniker they had given Bobby back in Oregon. Big as a bear and delicious as a popsicle on a hot sunny afternoon. The only ass that would be getting kicked, should he go toe-to-toe with Bobby, would be Chad’s and he likely knew it. Which made his offer all the more endearing.

“Just drive, Chad. There won’t be any need to throw a punch today. Coming here was my idea. It wasn’t as if he had thrown out an invite.” She glanced at the quaint little cottage and swore she saw the curtain move in the kitchen window. “Let’s hope we can find somewhere to rent for the night before heading back to Oregon. We definitely should take a day to relax, and get a good night of sleep before we hit the road again. I’m sorry I wasted your time.”

“Nonsense.” He reached over and patted her knee. “It’s been a fun adventure. Who doesn’t like a road trip?”

“Answer me this, Chad,” her voice wobbled.

“Anything, girlfriend.”

“Why the hell do you have to be batting for the other team?”

Chad laughed as he started the car, threw it into reverse, and backed out onto the road. “You don’t have the body parts I’m looking for. If you did, I’d be all over you.”

Tena glanced back at the beach house and fought the moisture gathering in her eyes. She would not cry. “Thank you for saying that.”

Chad smiled, though she did detect a bit of pity in his light brown eyes, then returned his gaze to the road. “Let’s find us a dive motel, preferably within walking distance to the beach. Maybe we’ll take a few days before heading back. I could use a little downtime and some sunshine therapy. By the looks of your forlorn expression, you could as well.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“You keep telling yourself that.” He pulled up to a stop sign and looked at her. “You really liked this one. Hell, we just drove across the whole continent, so I know damn well it’s got to hurt. You ask me, though, something’s not right back there. I saw how he treated you in Oregon. That man had it bad for you.

“And trust me, girlfriend,” he added in his best sing-song voice, “I’m quite good at reading guys. Now all of a sudden, this blonde just steps in and takes over? Nope. I’m not buying it.”