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Brothers of Darkness

Joleene Naylor is the author of the glitter-less Amaranthine vampire universe, a world where vampires aren't for children. Comprised of a main series, a standalone prequel, and several short story collections, she has plans to continue expanding with a trilogy and standalone novels. In her spare time, Joleene is a freelance book cover designer and for-fun photographer. She maintains several blogs, full of odd ramblings, and occasionally updates her website at JoleeneNaylor.com. In what little time is left, she watches anime, plays PokemonGo, and works on her crooked Victorian house in Villisca, Iowa. Between her husband, family, and pets, she is never lonely, in fact, quite the opposite. Should she disappear, one might look for her on a beach in Tahiti, sipping a tropical drink and wearing a disguise. The prequel to the Amaranthine series tells the story of Patrick and Michael, how they got tangled into Claudius' web, and their valiant fight to escape. When Patrick's missing brother returns, he brings a world of darkness. Turned into a vampire against his will, Michael is the coven's whipping boy. When Patrick tries to help, he's claimed as a slave who spends his weekends preparing victims, scooping ashes, and falling prey to the vampires' twisted desires. There's only so much hell he can take. When vampires from a warring coven offer sanctuary in exchange for cooperation, Patrick agrees. What he thought would be a few months drags into a long smear of nightmares and, though he fights for hope and freedom, the cost of victory may be more than he bargained for.

Joleene Naylor · Fantasy
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94 Chs

Chapter 78

It was a six-hour trip. Patrick tried to sleep, but couldn't. The captured vampiress sat perfectly still, her shoulders squared and her head facing forward. He couldn't guess the thoughts swirling inside her. Was she scared? Angry? Resigned to her fate?

Their destination was another mansion, though this one was made of red brick and had the air of an old plantation house. Like Claudius', there was a large metal gate that stood open, and a curving gravel drive.

Oren parked in front of the house and they filed out in silence. Kateesha jerked Arowenia from the backseat and Des heaved her over his shoulder. Patrick trailed behind, unsure where they were.

Kateesha dropped back to walk beside him. "Didn't they tell you where you were going? This is Oren's den. You're going to stay here a while."