VAMPIRE PRINCE

Chapter 6: I See

Tristan

Rowan Alex and I are talking and drinking blood at Rowan’s apartment when Jules barges in, her brow furrowed with uncertainty.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Rowan asks.

Jules paces back and forth until Rowan pulls her into his lap and mutters, “Tell me.”

I look at Alex and rub my brow with a chagrined grimace.

It’s a little awkward to sit next to them while they’re being lovey-dovey, so I rise to leave, but before I can, Jules answers, “It’s just mom and Lia left to scope out those places the females were taken from, and I’m worried about them. I shouldn’t be, but we’ve barely found each other.”

Alex and I snap up from our seats and scowl.

“What? Why? Mathias didn’t give anyone the go-ahead to do that,” Alex retorts.

Jules crosses her arms in front of her chest and snickers, “I didn’t know the hunters needed permission from the Council to do anything?”

I shrug understanding Jule’s derisive tone. I wouldn’t be cool with Mathias telling my Halo what to do, and I’m sure the Hunters would become even more hostile to the idea.

Alex rubs the back of his neck and grimaces, “You’re right. I’m just unsure they should be going out without backup.”

I look at the dhampir and nod, “Feel up to taking a ride, Dhampir?”

Alex’s lip tilts up, his expression becoming predatory, “Yeah, how about we do some sleuthing?”

Rowan and Jules give us a questioning look, “But we don’t even know where they went?”

Jules shrugs, “We can split up and go to the places on the list closest to our portal.”

Excitement thrums in my chest at the thought of seeing Giselle again.

Fuck, this is nuts, but I haven’t stopped thinking about how good that kiss was.

Alex and I split up once we determine two places Fiona and Giselle might have gone to.

Like me, Alex had changed clothing before we left. I slipped into a black pea coat, leather pants, a black Henley, and black shitkickers, and Alex slipped into a leather jacket, a black sweater, and black jeans.

Alex and I became close after Rowan and I discovered we were brothers. Alex is Rowan’s foster father and one of the most powerful Dhampirs I’ve ever met. After researching, we discovered that Alex’s mother is a distant royal descendant. We’re basically cousins several times over, which delighted Rowan. Familial ties are important to us, and it’s amazing to know that we’re not the only ones left in our family.

I wish him luck before we go our separate ways.

I nudge my chin toward the doorman and flash my fangs as I stroll through the underground club.

The club is in a warehouse district on the fringes of the City. The doors vibrate with the sounds of the club’s music, and lights flicker in various colors outside the windows.

The bouncers eye me and bow as soon as they see my glowing eyes. Though I’m no longer a prince, my royal eyes still grant me status within the supernatural world.

As I maneuver through the large dancing crowd, my brow furrows. It’s going to be impossible to spot Giselle in this crowd.

I glance around and see the bar and dance floor packed with supernaturals. It’s only when a pretty pixy girl with pink hair, and a pink anime maid’s dress, walks up to me and asks me if we want to place a bet on the next fight that a lightbulb goes off in my mind.

“Where’s the fighting ring?” I ask brusquely.

The pixy girl gives me the once over and gestures toward a door nearby, “Just take the stairs down, handsome. You can’t miss it.”

Before I can walk off, she hands me a card with her number, “I’m Lizzy, and I love getting bitten if you are looking for some fun.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I reply, knowing that I’m definitely not going to take her up on her offer. Pixies have erratically bipolar personalities and can become unhealthily attached to the vampires that bite them. I don’t have time to deal with a psychotic pixy.

As I step off the last step, I am met with the sounds of a cheering crowd.

The room where the sounds come from is spacious, with a large fighting ring in the center, surrounded by a large steel cell.

When a male in the center of the ring announces his next fighter is when I discover where Giselle is.

Eyes wide, I watch the beautiful female step into the ring to fight two large berserker males.

“f**k, Giselle, what the hell are you thinking,” I hiss under my breath, stomping forward angrily.

As I get closer to the stage, my body heats with desire.

Giselle’s wearing a form-fitting crop top and tight leather leggings, displaying her athletic legs, round arse, firm belly, and perfect breasts.

My eyes are firmly planted on her as she cracks her neck and prepares to fight.

Damn it!