Free A Vampire To Watch Over Me [Vampire Coven Book II] by C.L. Scholey

and Honor wrinkled her nose. It looked like urine. Did vampires think people drank their own piss?
    “Hmm,” she muttered with dismay. She knew what dehydration was; she did need to drink.
    Honor gasped when Caine was suddenly standing before her, he could move as fast as Laken, Honor wondered if every man in this coven was a vampire. She was frightened by the thought, but Caine looked concerned.
    “Are you all right?” he asked.
    “I…I’m thirsty. I can’t drink pee.” Honor held up the cup.
    She frowned when Caine laughed at her. “Honor it’s called apple juice. It’s made from a fruit.” Caine took the cup from her hand and sipped it. He handed it back to her.
    Honor was skeptical but doubted even a vampire would down piss. She sniffed the contents. It didn’t smell like pee. The tip of her tongue hazarded a taste. Honor guzzled the entire contents. Her mouth exploded with flavor, it was wonderful. All she had ever drunk was water; it was so boring. This was a melody dance in her mouth. Oh how she longed to ask for more, but she wouldn’t. The vampires would think she depended on them.
    Caine took the cup and tray away, set it on the table then returned to her side. His now snowy-white, glowing eyes gazed into hers. “Sleep, Honor.”
    This man was no less mesmerizing with his strange stare. He wasn’t commanding her, his tone was cajoling, his lips were a gentle smile. Honor was so tired. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to close her eyes for just a few seconds. She felt herself placed back against the soft fluffy pillows. The blanket was settled under her chin. A soft hand trailed down her cheek in the first caress of her life, it felt—lovely.
    Sleep.
    Honor slept.
    * * * *
    It didn’t take Laken long to show Tavish and the other vampires where he had felled the human males he had killed. From there, it was just a matter of backtracking. The iceberg was massive, it was apparent on sight this behemoth had seen many years of humans and their offspring. Once inside the intricate labyrinth of tunnels, the vampires stood back and waited for Ursus to scent the humans. With the bear’s natural ability and instinct to uncover seal breathing holes, she used her heightened sense to smell for ice dwellers.
    Ursus stood on her huge hind legs and scooped air into her paws that she sniffed. She grunted and waddled in a direction. The others followed her until they were able to pick up numerous heartbeats. Laken’s excitement built. There were ten vampires. The small clan of humans numbered fifteen. The last man Laken had killed had given him the information; in exchange, Laken had offered him a more merciful death than the others. Of those fifteen, four were strong hunters, four were old men. There were three females who could still be bred, three women who were past childbearing and a teenage boy. He was big, but from his baby face and fuzz-covered chin it was easy to see he wasn’t yet a man.
    “Pick the human you wish,” Tavish said. “I’ll take the boy. He’s young, but if he poses a threat I’ll bleed him here and leave him with the other bodies. I won’t bring back anyone who would do harm in my coven.”
    It was a recently new law of Tavish’s. Males of any age were bled and searched for memories before being brought into the fold. After the scare they had with Mercy and her cousin, Jarrod, Tavish took no more chances. Tavish would allow no one to harm his breeder females or children. Jarrod had aided with the death of two pregnant women in an ice dwelling. Treason was punishable by death.
    Tavish was able to impose new thought to humans, but if they had killed or had been mind-poisoned beyond repair, the hypnotism and suggestions could be useless. When some took to an idea, not even the threat of their own death would sway them. Martyrs could be the most dangerous murderers. Humans were their own worst enemy.
    “I want that one,” Laken said and pointed. He had heard a man call him Talek, the clan