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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 · Fantaisie
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94 Chs

Chapter 74

They fell back into their familiar pattern. By evening it was as if nothing had ever happened. Anthony bugged out at eight "Baby and all that"and Patrick went back to his apartment. He took a shower and called Michael. He reminded him about the meeting and told him that if he didn't turn up, he'd better never show his face again.

Michael got the hint. It was exactly ten o'clock when they parked on the dead end road next to the vampire house.

The brothers crunched across the weedy lawn and knocked on the door. Des opened it and ushered them inside, his face grim. He led them through the cobwebbed rooms to the cellar. Patrick shuffled behind, by the light of his phone.