Novel & Cerita Cotton Malone Series In Order

I remember Melanie speaking softly with tears in her eyes. The next time I woke, I found myself tucked in my bed in Talon’s chambers. Clean clothes and not a trace of blood on my skin, I looked out the window to see it was almost sunset and everyone else were still outside, dragging the hunter’s bodies into a pile and carefully lining up our own that has died and the human’s side by side in front of the castle.

" He nodded. ''You wouldn't be doing any hunting in this school Rhinehart.'' He said and it was my turn to nod. He looked suspicious. ''How would you be able to feed?'' ''My father's servants would bring me blood daily.'' A flicker of disgust passed through his eyes as he nodded. ''And how would you tell them to start -- sending the blood parcels?'' ''I... It's an arrangement that has already been made.'' He nodded a again and brought out a chip from his pocket and pinned it in my hair. ''You will wear this always Vampire or I'll hunt you down and kill you like you never mattered.'' Then he stood up and unlocked the door and I was only to eager to scurry out, yet when I got to the door, he b

After two long weeks of recovery and two long weeks of Xander's boring company, I got back to my usual routine. Waking up, having a long cold shower, wearing something dark that matches my personality and showing up at LAPD if I didn't have any interesting engagement. Boring? You'll get used to it. "Good to have you back, sunshine." Marlon acknowledged as he appeared through the door to his office, a file in hand.

The signal, my trusted knights who accompanied me, would understand. Three shadows entered not long after, careful not to speak. Their boots made no sound on the wooden floor. Assassins. I could almost laugh at the irony of it. The first came fast, straight for the bed. However, I was not in it anymore. I moved before he reached me, cutting low through his thigh and across his throat in one smooth motion. Blood spattered the sheets. I caught his body before it fell and used it to shield the blade from the second assassin. The man struck, too slow. My knife drove into his ribs.

Because if he needed me sharp, it meant someone else in this room wasn’t. Across the space, Calder, aka Jason Calder, aka Tombstone was re-checking the weapons crate even though we’d checked it twice already. Calder was younger, but not green. He was the kind of quiet that came from discipline, not fear. When Calder looked up and caught my eye, he gave a slight nod. No smile. No questions. Calder trusted patterns. So did I. And the patterns were starting to rot. The briefing started with the usual. Time. Target. Cover story. Exits. Contingencies layered until it sounded like we could survive anything if we just followed procedure.