Angels' Blood (Guild Hunter #1)(33)

"You're not the one who got scent-ambushed and woke up naked with bites all over his f*cking body."

She hadn't actually expected him to bring up the incident. He never had before. Maybe this Nyree was even better for him than she'd thought. "True," she murmured. "Yeah, it's better you don't go to Nyree in this mood. You might hurt her. Go get drunk."

He hissed out a breath.

"She's probably out anyway." Elena mouthed "shut up" at Sara when it looked like her best friend was going to intervene. "Since she's mad at you, she probably took some time off-what did you say she did?"

"Librarian."

Ransom was dating a librarian? "I bet she took the chance to put on a sexy little-"

Ransom moved so fast she barely managed to jump out of the way as he peeled out of the garage. She dusted off her hands. "My work here is done." And good thing, too, because she hadn't been sure where she was going with the sexily dressed librarian.

"He serious about her?" Sara's tone was astonished. "As in, he wants her for more than boinking?"

"Yep." She put her thumbs in the belt loops of her jeans and rocked back. "I don't like the Cellars."

"Tough titties." Sara was pure Guild Director at that moment. "I'm not losing my best hunter-and don't you dare tell Ransom I said that-to a lust-crazed vampire. Get in the elevator."

Elena got in with Sara, then pulled off the panel that hid an auxiliary keypad. Inputting the code to the secret hideaway that existed in some form in every Guild building, she replaced the panel. "Is it true that in L.A. they've got the hidey-holes in the elevator shaft?"

Sara nodded. "Small cubbies-connected, but way too cramped. Ours is better."

The doors opened to reveal a subterranean network so old, it dated to the time of the first American Guild-that history was part of the reason why New York functioned as the permanent home of the Guild Director, and consequently, as HQ for the entire United States Guild.

"Ours might be better," Elena said, stepping out, "but I bet they don't have to dodge carnivorous bugs with a taste for human flesh." The building supports in front of her were massive, but only dirt lay beneath as far as the eye could see. Even if someone unauthorized did make it down here, they'd probably give up long before they discovered the truth.

"Badass vampire hunters eat bugs for breakfast." Light words, but Sara's expression was serious. "You good? I have to get upstairs to initiate damage control."

Elena nodded, then put out a hand to stop the doors closing. "You said you had a message from the president?" It was an attempt to temper the icy tendril of fear that twisted into her mind without warning as a primal part of her reacted to something she didn't yet understand.

Sara nodded. "He saw the news footage-wanted to know if he should be worrying about a wave of bloodlust-crazed vampires."

"Nervous guy."

Sara responded with a snort. "Do you realize exactly how many vamps were chasing you? Just stay under and make up with Raphael-I can't believe I'm saying that-as soon as possible."

As the doors closed, plunging Elena into pitch blackness, she wasn't sure if she ever wanted to speak to Raphael again. She'd thought-The truth was, she didn't know what she'd thought. Her hand flinched involuntarily as her body remembered how Raphael had forced her to hurt herself. From that to lusting after him in less than twenty-four hours. Her mouth tightened. Maybe the bastard had been messing with her mind from the start, letting her believe she was free when all the time, he was making her dance to his tune.

"Which makes him an archangel and me an idiot," she said, walking ten paces left and feeling her way down to the base of the column there. A few minutes later, she unearthed-literally-the stash of weatherproof torches. After making sure hers worked, she spent several more minutes reburying the hoard for the next hunter, then began to make her way through the concrete, metal, and earth jungle.

It took her ten minutes to reach the doorway to the Cellars. It looked like some junkie's idea of a door, all twisted up, graffitied, and shot full of holes. But she knew that that door was backed up by eight inches of pure steel. Shining the torch on what appeared to be a long-broken keypad, she coded in.

Welcome, Elena.

The message flashed across the tiny screen a second before a retinal scanner slid out of the slot. She dutifully put her eye to it and two minutes later, she was inside. But that only meant she'd passed the first hurdle. This shelter was designed to hold even if a hunter was forced or coerced into bringing an enemy inside.

Standing in the seemingly solid steel cubicle, she waited until Vivek cleared her through the second set of doors. She was scanned by several lasers the second she stepped out. All her weapons were noted, as was the lack of any biological or chemical weapon.

"Barev, Elena."

The words came out of hidden speakers. "Barev, Vivek. How's the weather in Armenia these days?" The Cellar Manager liked languages. Over time, it had become a game to guess the origin of the greetings he used.

"Cloudy, with a three percent chance of rain."

Grinning, she headed down the main corridor. "So, what evil plans have you got for me today, O Great Knower of All Things?"

Vivek laughed, safe in the small, bomb-proof, flood-proof, earthquake-proof, probably end-of-the-world-proof room at the center of the Cellars. "Scrabble."