That meant if shit hit the fan or something went wrong and we were split up, we would meet back at the society.
She nodded and we both glanced at our watches, complete with GPS tracking. I was now synced with her in case we split up. I could find her via the watch.
We stepped up to the VIP bouncer, a tall vampire with white-blond hair who was barely moving. I could not only smell the coppery scent wafting off of him but see what he was by his too-pretty features and pale skin.
Demon.
I sent up a quick prayer to God to help me pretend to be normal in front of this foul abomination, all in an effort to serve the greater good. Like taking down Luka Drake.
I rolled my shoulders back, sticking my boobs out to catch his gaze. “I hear downstairs is more fun. Can we come play?” I purred and bit my bottom lip for effect. I was wearing my long black wig, the fake hair touching my lower back. I was constantly having to change my appearance in order to not be recognized, as hunters were well known within this club.
Liv slapped my butt and I yelped, glaring at her.
The vamp grinned, pulling back the rope to allow us entry into the sordid feeding pit. As we walked past him, he inhaled my scent and it took everything within me not to punch him in the balls and take his head to Maz.
Focus on Luka. Luka is the mark, I had to tell myself.
Sashaying my hips back and forth, I led Liv and I downstairs. The smell of blood was thick in the air and it made my adrenaline spike, as well as my anger. When I’d started my training for the society at twelve years old, I underwent three voluntary genetic modifications. One for enhanced smell, one for enhanced speed, and the final for enhanced strength. I was nowhere near as fast and strong as a vampire, but I could hold my own. We had some of the brightest scientists and doctors in our organization, and a simple gene editing treatment with a few injections before puberty was all it took.
The cocktail waitresses on these lower levels were all vampires. One of them walked over to us now, lips tinged slightly red. “Hello, ladies, can I get you a drink?”
I absentmindedly ordered two drinks for us while my gaze searched the space, mentally flipping through images in my head of the entire Drake royal family. The king was murdered last year by a werewolf, and the queen rarely left Magic City. The ones who lived here in the human world only left their secretive lair for a night of debauchery, leaving human bodies in their wake.
My mind flew to Morgana Drake, sister to the late king and aunt to my mark Luka. The Drakes had a farm somewhere north of here where they popped out babies in their human form and then changed them to vampires in order to keep their DNA pure and living forever. If I ever learned where the Drake farm was, I’d drop a bomb on it and never look back. Those people were sick.
“Have fun, babe!” Liv called out, gyrating her pelvis as she let a male vampire take her hand and lead her onto the dancefloor.
That was our public code forHappy Hunting. If I wanted to find Luka, I needed to mingle.
I grinned. “Have fun.”
I’d been hunting with Liv since we were fifteen. Maz adopted us into the society from a local orphanage in Idaho when we were merely babies, so we hunted together well.
Split up and get immersed in the vibe, do whatever it takes to get close to the mark and then kill him swiftly before escaping with his head.
I’d been so lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t noticed the vampire approach me.
“Care to dance?” His smooth buttery voice called in my ear from behind me.
I spun, and my heart skittered in my chest as I came face to face with Luka Drake.
Holy bloodsucker.
I swallowed hard as I let my gaze rake over him slowly. His dark hair was slicked back, showcasing his strong jaw and entrancing eyes, which were buttery yellow right now with black at the edges. A human might think it was a trick of the light, but I knew better. He washungry.
His tight green t-shirt hugged his muscles like a second skin and I couldn’t help but gawk at the tattoos covering his neck, arms and the tops of his hands. It seemed his face was the only surface area unmarked by the artwork.
I tried to control my features, letting go of the surprise I felt that my mark had come right to me. Luka was the eldest son of the late Marcus Drake, and if my information was correct, Queen Drake’s hated little nephew—felon, black sheep of the family, and devastatingly handsome.
Vampire or not.
Luka flashed me a smile that would melt the panties off any normal girl, but instead my stomach roiled. These demons were sexier than sin, and I had to constantly remind myself that they were bloodsucking monsters, and pray that I didn’t fall into their trap of sensual appeal. He’d drain me and leave my body for dead without a second’s thought.
Focus.
“Sure let’s dance.” I grinned, playing the role. My gaze flicked to the dancefloor. Holy crap, Thorin Drake was here.Threemembers of the royal family were here tonight. That meant something big was going on. They never congregated together in public for fear of an attack that could wipe a large number of them out.
Luka gently took my hand and led me to the dancefloor and I eyed my exits. The VIP lounge was in the basement. The only exit was back past the bouncer or through a tiny vent window in the bathroom. I wouldn’t be able to kill him here in public and get away with it, but I could if I lured him to a feeder room, or even the bathroom under the premise of a sexual encounter…
