Royal Blood by Debra Dunbar (The Templar #5)
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 1.1 Mb
Royal Blood : Winter weather can spell death for the homeless, but the bodies found on Baltimore’s streets aren’t homeless and they didn’t die from the cold.
Are rogue vampires making a move into the city, emboldened by the fractured Balaj, or has Dario’s family taken to feeding indiscriminatingly? Dario swears it’s not the latter, but when it comes to light that one of the dead is a well-known Templar Knight, the Order’s eyes turn to the city with a vigilance not seen since the Crusades.
Aria will need to use both her sword and her magic to catch a killer before the Order blames the vampires and decides to kill them all and let God sort them out.
“Fulk waited patiently as I took inventory of my cuts and scrapes. Satisfied that I hadn’t torn my ACL or sprained my wrist, I turned around to see what the heck I’d fallen over.
It was a man with his legs outstretched. A guy bundled up against the cold and propped up against a parking meter as he sat on the sidewalk.
“Shit! I’m so sorry!” I brushed my hands on my coat once more, then approached to further apologize. Life on the streets had to be bad enough without early morning joggers tripping over your legs.
The man remained motionless, a blanket wrapped around him and a knit cap pulled low on his head. I hesitated, not wanting to disturb some dude who might be still drunk from last night, or who had managed to sleep through my almost stepping on him, but I felt as if I should check and make sure he was okay.
“Sir?” I stepped close to him, bending down a bit to see his face. Was this even a guy? Wrapped in a blanket with that hat, I couldn’t really tell.
Fulk sniffed the man, then looked up at me as if for guidance on what to do next.
“Sir?” A puff of air clouded before me, making me realize that I wasn’t seeing the same from this man…woman…whoever.”