She was his breh, his mate, the one destiny had selected for him, the one he craved. So much power, and beauty, and a strong analytical mind.īut all these immense gifts and abilities paled in comparison with the call of the breh-hedden, the myth of vampire mate-bonding, that had proved as real as the air he breathed.

She’d also arrived with the ability to voyeur, a power that allowed her to focus on an individual or a place and see what was happening in real time, even in an entirely separate location, or a different dimension. No one, except the first ascender, had mounted wings on Mortal Earth. She’d entered his world as an anomaly, a mortal-with-wings, a woman of extraordinary preternatural power in need of protection from the enemy. Three months ago, Medichi had served as Parisa Lovejoy’s Guardian of Ascension. Crace had already gotten what he deserved, and within the depths of Medichi’s mind Rith Do’onwa, the fiend who had kidnapped his woman, was a death waiting to happen, nothing more. This pretty-boy had known both Eldon Crace and Rith Do’onwa, two sons of bitches who had harmed women belonging to the Warriors of the Blood. He’d been hunting this particular bastard for weeks now.

His predatory gaze followed the death vampire flying below, legs straight back, glossy black wings glinting in the early-morning sunshine. But he hadn’t come to admire the view or embrace the quiet. The Grand Canyon was all for the eyes, not for the ears. The profound silence across the canyon formed a strange juxtaposition to the visual feast. Most mortals simply couldn’t see him, and right now he didn’t want to be seen.Īntony stared into the abyss. Even though he was far from the touristy areas, he still cloaked his presence with a heavy concentration of mist, a preternatural creation designed to confuse the average human mind. He stood on the rim of the Grand Canyon, Mortal Earth, looking down, tracking a death vampire flying in the shadows. But during the day, when most of the pretty-boys were asleep, Antony bled his wrists on his altar and hunted rogue vampires on Mortal Earth, searching for the woman he’d lost. He battled death vampires at night, sending to perdition any who crossed his sword. He had steel for bones and molten iron for blood. In the last three months, since the abduction of his woman, Antony Medichi, out of Italy in the late Roman era, had become a killing machine.

Wings of fire by caris roane