For the next couple of weeks I’ll be posting the first three chapters of Legacy of Ghosts in tiny, blog sized nuggets, hopefully a bit a day.
If you’ve missed previous chapters, you can read them here.
This contains spoilers. If you haven’t read Shades of Gray, proceed at your own risk
Loren stayed quiet for the rest of the procedure, and even turned his back obediently so she could put her shirt back on. He turned around, a joke in his eyes, when Jorick went stiff.
Katelina’s ears strained, but she heard nothing. “What is it?”
Jorick motioned her to be silent, and sniffed the air. A dark, angry look took over his features and he glanced back at Loren. “Take her to the basement.”
“Just do it!” Jorick snapped as he moved towards the door.
Loren shrugged and motioned for Katelina to come with him. She stood, but didn’t even make it to the dining room before the front door banged open. She stared in horror as two men, clad in long black coats, strode into the house as if they had every right to be there. One was tall and thin, with a ponytail of long golden hair, while the other was shorter and broader, his skin pale against a dark shock of shaggy black hair that stood at odd angles.
Before they could explain themselves, Jorick was in front of them, his fangs exposed in a dangerous snarl. “What do you want?”
The blonde closed the door and then turned green eyes to his challenger. “Hello, Jorick. It’s been awhile.”
“What do you want, Beldren?” Jorick snapped.
“We have business with you.” The blonde glanced over Jorick’s shoulder, to where Katelina and Loren were standing in the doorway. As if by instinct, the teen vampire moved to block her from his sight.
Beldren smiled, flashing fangs. “You don’t need to worry. We knew in advance that she’d be here, but that isn’t why we’ve come.”
“Then why have you come? I have no business with The Guild,” Jorick stated flatly.
The Guild? What did they have to do with it, unless….
Beldren’s eyes stayed on Jorick, even as he snapped his fingers and held his hand open expectantly. “Zuri, the message.”
The shorter vampire produced a piece of folded paper from his pocket, and handed it to his partner. As he did, his coat opened to reveal a silver medallion that hung around his neck. A twisted, silver medallion that looked just like –
“Executioners,” Katelina whispered hoarsely. That word conjured strong, terrible images; pictures of fire and blood set to a soundtrack of screams. She well remembered the night when The Executioners had come and burned everything that Oren owned, including his wife and children.
“Yes,” Beldren replied. “That’s one of our titles.” He snapped the paper open and read loudly, “J, I must speak to you. Meet me where the roses grow. Signed, O.” He handed it to Jorick and waited while he scanned it. “Would you care to explain the meaning of this?”
Jorick shrugged and handed it back. “It means nothing to me. However, you’re intruding upon my den. I suggest you leave immediately or I’ll be forced to make you.”
Beldren ignored the threat. “It means nothing at all? Come, we all know you were with Oren a little over a week ago.”