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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 84

Patrick swung past Pam's first. At home, he took a shower and plugged in his phone. When it finally switched on, it exploded with messages. Anthony. Churo. His mother. Katelina.

She was the only one he called back.

Her words were sleepy, "Hello? Patrick?"

"Hey, did I wake you?"

"It's after midnight, what do you think?"

He cursed silently. "Sorry."

"No big deal, though I have to work tomorrow. Is your mom okay?"

My mom? Then he remembered the bar, Anthony's cryptic message, and the way he'd run out. "Oh, yeah. Everything's cool." Or it probably was. She'd called him, so she must not be in jail.

"Good. I was kind of worried after you ran out like that, then I didn't hear from you for two weeks." She yawned. "I better go. I'll see you Saturday."

"Wait. What are you doing tomorrow night?"

Her answer was slow. "It's Tuesday."

He felt the sting of her reluctance. "Never mind. I just thought since it's been so long."

"Yeah, okay. You want to go to the bar?"