View our feature on Katie MacAlister’s In the Company of Francesca arrives at GothFaire to save her mother from the trickster god. If only a broken heart were all she had to deal with but there are Viking ghosts , gods, werebeings, and one sexy as sin vampire on Francesca’s case. And. When Francesca arrives at GothFaire to save her mother from the trickster god, Loki, things go from bad to worse. Her immortal ex, Benedikt, is there, full of.
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When Fran arrives at Goth-Faire to deal with him, things go from bad to worse, for her immortal ex, Benedikt, is there Shapesifters, Vikings, and a town filled with deranged opera fans I tuned her out to listen as hard as I could for the elusive sound that flirted on the edges ktie my awareness.
I knew it was Ben, and he needed my comlany. I ran into the darkness to find him, the nightmare recreating an event that somewhere in my brain I recognized had actually happened, but this version of it was twisted by both the passing of time and my own tormented emotions. The moon was out, but its illumination did not reach through the dense forest.
I dodged skeletal branches of trees as they tried to snatch at my hair and clothing. Desperation filled me, both mine at the need to find him, to help him, and that which he was pouring into me: Sobs of pure frustration caught in my throat as I battled my way through the eerily grabbing tree branches until at last I saw a dark shape slumped up against a dead tree. He wore the tattered remains of a leather jacket, his shirt completely gone, his face, arms, and torso stained dark with a crisscross pattern of blood oozing up from deep slashes.
As I ran toward him, his body slumped to the side. I screamed in wordless horror as he died in front of me, the sound echoing in my head until I woke, drenched with sweat, from the nightmare. I turned my pillow over to the cool side, my heart as sick as my stomach. I was having them more and more frequently, making me all that more desperate to escape my life. He gives you space. Macalitser see him, what, once a year?
And the rest of the time he leaves you alone to do whatever you want. Do you have a couple of bucks I can borrow? What were we talking about? No one on your back all the time, telling you what to do. I envy you, Fran, I really do. I accepted the latte she handed me, following as she led the way down the street toward the old redbrick building where we shared a third-floor apartment, each step causing my soul to cry a little more.
I ached to vampirss her the truth, but had decided when I first met her that she would never understand. Her feet were too firmly planted in the everyday world. How could I explain to her that my former boyfriend was a vampire?
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She pulled it out as she continued to talk. Do you have any idea what a stress it is to be bisexual these days? The first floor was taken up by a bookstore, one of my favorite places to spend time. Can you get your keys? You can have him.
Because seriously, there are some weirdoes out there you can get stuck with. But you know, hey, everyone has their little quirks, right? And I can definitely put up with you being a tiny bit paranoid about germs and insisting on wearing latex gloves all the time.
My last roomie was into that Lolita crap, and you looking a bit gothy is a big improvement on that, let me tell you! I looked around, my eyes opening in surprise as a large man in black overalls shoved Geoff into a van.
My friend is being kidnapped! Her eyes were filled with panic as she struggled. A second man was in the back of the van, grabbing her legs as she tried to kick the first guy. It was up to me to save Geoff. Without thinking, I leaped forward as the driver of the van gunned the engine, throwing myself into the back of the van on top of Geoff and the first man, who was in the process of slamming shut the door.
Before I could land the punch I was about to make, the man threw his weight against me, sending me flying backward. Frantic to keep from falling, I grabbed at him, but it did little good. All I got was a necklace the man had been wearing before I tumbled out of the van, hitting the street hard enough to knock me silly for a few seconds. When I looked up, trying desperately to clear my vision, the street was empty. What on earth does he want with Geoff? I looked down at the necklace in my hand.
I should have called the police and reported an abduction. I should have screamed until someone came to help me. I should have let someone with power get Geoff back. I hesitated at the bus stop, knowing time was of the essence. I had little time to make it to the warehouse they were using before she was out of my reach. I finally found one and gave the driver instructions on where to go. Big warehouse with the picture of a penguin painted on the side. Fifteen minutes later we pulled up a half block away.
I looked at the warehouse, worried that we were too late, but no, there was the nose of a black van just barely visible from behind an industrial-sized trash bin. I glanced back at the cab, gnawing on my lower lip for a second.
She named a figure. I flinched at the amount she mentioned, but gave a mental shrug as I pulled out some cash, thrusting it toward her.
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No one was in the van, and although the warehouse had windows, they were boarded up. I prayed they had no sort of high-tech security system as I dashed to a small door along the wall, pausing to snatch up a big piece of metal pipe that was lying near the trash bin. The door creaked a little when I opened it a few inches, making me flinch and hold my breath, but no sound emerged from the warehouse, and nothing met my gaze as I peeked vampjres.
Sending a little prayer to the god and goddess my mother always swore would always protect me, I slid inside, braced for an outcry or attack. The warehouse was mostly empty, a huge old building filled with a whole lot of black, and a iin faint rustling noises that I took to be rodents.
But the relative quiet of the warehouse worried me. Was I too late? Had the men taken Geoff off in another car? The faintest murmur of male voices had me stiffening as I turned to the right, where the vaguely black shape of a staircase loomed. I gripped my piece of pipe and started up the stairs, blindly feeling my way up each step, moving slowly and carefully so as not to alert anyone to my presence.
By the time I neared the top of the stairs, the sounds of voices were much clearer. I flattened myself against the steps and eased up my head to see how many of them there were. In a small oval pool of bluish white light, three men stood around another person, who had been tied to a chair.
Not very good odds. With another deep breath, I lifted my pipe and flung myself up the last couple of stairs, yelling a one-word spell of protection that my mother had insisted I learn.
The one who had shoved me out of the van yelled something in a Nordic language and ran for me. Beat his brains in! His fingers started to tighten around my neck, causing black splotches to dance in front of my face. The man stopped strangling me for a second, a look of confusion filling his eyes.
The chair screeched against the floor. I twisted my body, bringing my knee up to nail the guy in the noogies, biting his arm at the same time. He cursed profanely, dropping to his knees as I raised my pipe high over my head.
Her words brought some sanity back to me. I was panting, the blood rushing in my ears, my heart beating wildly. I looked down on the man for a second, toying with the thought of braining him, too, but instead I just stomped on his foot hard enough to make him yelp, and jumped over his halfhearted attempt to grab me.
As I snatched up the knife, Geoff kicked at the kidnapper, who was just getting to his feet. He howled as she hit him dead center in his groin. She rubbed her wrists, glaring down at the writhing man. One of the others started to moan and move his arms and macalisger. We made it outside before the groin man started down the stairs hunched over quite a bit. The door to the warehouse was flung open, and two men staggered out.
The cabby eyed them for a moment, then met my gaze in the rearview mirror. They said the master wanted to see you, and they were going to take me to him. What the hell is going on, Fran? Who were those goons? And why would they want to kidnap macaliste to take you to some bondage dude? Or wait, was it a kidnapping?
What else is that if not bondage? I held up my hand to stop her.