From The Grey House:
The howling stopped and the silence that ensued was thrilling. Natalia, glad the Slayers couldn’t see her face, gave an evil smile. Her eyes gleamed impishly as desire spread through her body. When the front door was ripped off the frame, she inhaled through clenched teeth, desperately trying to control her true feelings. When Vincent stepped through the door, she nearly lost control.
From The Grey House:
As he led the way upstairs, Natalia contemplated her situation. Due to the angel’s voices in their head, some Slayers in the area probably already knew she was a vampire’s woman. It wouldn’t take long for most of the Slayers and Hellspawn to find out, and where would that leave her in her search for Donald? She hadn’t heard a thing about him in years, but it was a big world, and he could be anywhere. Natalia came back to the present when Charlie opened the door to the kitchen.
“Oh, wow.” The kitchen was half the size of her house.
From The Grey House:
Bethany hurried out of the booth and nearly fled from the restaurant. Natalia closed her eyes and tried not to cry. Her best friend was gone and would probably never call her again. It was for the best, but it stung how easy it was to change Bethany’s mind.
From The Grey House:
The smell of the place hit him like a brick the second the door started to open. Vincent turned his head slightly, thankful he didn’t have to breathe. The smell was hard down here: this was a place of death and decay. He saw the crossbow point before he saw Mierka. Vincent smiled at her once the door was fully opened. The petite blond looked at his face carefully before moving the crossbow. He leaned in and kissed her cheek.
From The Grey House:
She sighed. “I don’t know who else. It was after I found out how crazy this world really was. I freed a werewolf when I was trapped in a Slayers house. The werewolf was human and in a cage. He asked for my help. I freed him, and he turned Blitzkreig and killed the Slayer. I used alcohol to bury the memory. Woke up one day with a vampire bite on my wrist. I knew then that I had to change my ways or lose myself completely.”
He gazed at her, intrigued. He did not know this story. “One day, you will tell me all your stories.”
From The Grey House:
Charlie stood and continued his search of the house. The kitchen was the only other room with anything out of place. Whoever took her came while she was eating breakfast. There was a bowl of congealed cereal sitting on the kitchen table. A hard piece of half eaten toast was next to it, along with a glass of orange juice. A breeze came through the open window and ruffled the paper napkin being held down by the butter stained knife.
Charlie stood clenching his fists, regulating his breathing. There was no use for his wolf form now. Calmed, he took out his cell and called Rebecca.
From The Grey House:
Vincent closed the door tightly behind him and continued to the main staircase. A very wealthy San Franciscan built the house in the late 1800’s. Vincent acquired it in the early 1900’s and made repairs and renovations to most of the house and restored the grand marble staircase. He enjoyed walking down a large sweeping marble staircase. It made for a grand entrance. Reaching ground level, he turned right walked a few steps and turned right again, walking beside then under the staircase.
From The Grey House:
He arrived back at the house close to sunrise. Rebecca was waiting for him in their room.
“What happened?” She sounded like his alpha.
“She’s been kidnapped. He thinks a Slayer has her.”
“Is he going to look for her?”
“Justin is, yes.”
“Good. I’m glad you’re home.” She sounded relieved.
“Vincent knew everything before I told him. Knows more than I do. Made me tell him anyway.” He sounded defeated. She watched him undress, admiring his sleek toned form from the bed.
“I told him I gave you permission.” No hint of regret.
He sagged. “Are you in trouble?”
“I spoke to him as soon as you left, so no.”
He slipped into bed with her, spooning with her. “If I got you in trouble, I’ll never forgive myself.”
She giggled. “I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”
From The Grey House:
Miguel and Dean moved to let her pass. She went slowly but steadily to the hall leading to the bathroom, trying very hard not to look around. She stepped into a thankfully empty, thankfully clean bathroom. She sat on the toilet, taking care of business, trying to think of a way to leave a message. It wasn’t until she was reaching for the toilet paper that it hit her.
She finished up, then washed her hands, observing the mirror the whole time. She usually had lipstick and blush with her, but all her make-up was in her house. Dean gave her some lip balm some time ago, to help her chapped lips. It was clear, but it might still work. She slipped her lip balm out of her pocket and regarded the green see-through plastic stick. It was half used. Hoping it was enough; she uncapped it and started writing. She had just finished the word bomb when the door opened.
From The Grey House:
“That only proves how far she’s willing to go to deceive you. You need to forget about her. She’ll end up killing you.”
“Interesting. The Slayer said that about me to her. I wonder which version will prove correct.” Vincent was still pacing, letting the banter continue, only half listening. He was concentrating more on the problem at hand. How to find the humans? He turned to his Alpha wolf. “Rebecca. I need you to go to the address Natalia gave us. Go now. Take a homing device with you. Find a way to plant it on her before she’s picked up. When you have a secure location, I’ll have two more wolves come out to meet you. I’m hoping she won’t be picked up until morning, but you never know.”
Rebecca nodded, going back upstairs to retrieve a transmitter from the security office. She left quickly, hoping to get to the safe house before Natalia did to scope out the location. Anthony gave the werewolf a hard look as she left, once again stating his opinion by his look and body language.
