Free Bloodbreeders: Seeking Others by Robin Renee Ray Page A

home,” Jessie said looking over at us from her place at the girl’s side. “I will stay with her.”
    “You don’t have a torture room like this?” Derek asked.
    “Not like this, no,” Jacob replied, frowning at the very thought. He then walked out of the room.
    “But, you have one?” Derek lifted his head to see if Jacob was going to come back.
    “You will all see soon enough, but now we must move. I saw no one in the next area,” Jacob added walking back into the room.
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Jessie stayed behind with orders to get the girl out if she was strong enough when she came around. Tammy bandaged her up the best she could using part of her shirt, then she asked one of the boys to give her theirs so that Lilly wouldn’t be nude when they were ready to leave. It was Brandon who had his off first. He now looked extremely sun burned, his chest being stark white against the red paint on his face and arms. Tammy helped Jessie put the shirt on Lilly before we made our way out and into the other room. As we entered, the difference was as noticeable as night to day from the room we just walked out of. I hadn’t noticed us going downwards once we came into the estate, but now we were moving up a small flight of stairs. Jacob opened the door and the fresh smell was almost as overpowering as the bad. My body drank in the sweet smell of flowers and I was grateful, just as I was sure the rest were.
    “Must I do everything myself?” a man said as Jacob slowly shut the door.
    “Cortez,” Tammy mouthed.
    Jacob put up one finger, then two, and on three he threw open the door. To our surprise no one was there, but we heard the cries of a baby. “Ready your weapons.” With Jacob’s words declared we readied our blades in our hands and off we went. Two men came around the corner carrying crates. One dropped his at the shock of seeing us and the other opened his mouth and started backing up. When the one that had dropped his goods started to scream, his throat was met with a flying blade from Jacob’s hand. The other man—who was also a breeder that one could tell by his scent, even if his mouth wasn’t hanging open and his fangs clearly showing—began shaking his head.
    “He’s in the study. Two guards are with him and there’s at least ten more behind closed doors that he has waiting to surprise whoever.” He blinked rapidly looking at each of us one at a time.
    “You tell us so you will live?”
    “No, so he will not.”
    “Then you have just saved your own life, but if you are wrong I will cut your heart out myself,” Jacob promised, removing his blade from the blackened ash pile on the floor.
    “He thinks things are safer since you did not come for him these past few nights.”
    “Where’s the baby?” I asked.
    “What…baby?” he stuttered.
    “Kill him,” I said clearly.
    “No wait, please. It waits in the shipping room at the end of the next hall.”
    “Do you know this room?” Jacob asked looking back at Tammy.
    “I know it all too well,” she replied, getting a huge gasp from the man.
    “You live, Mistress,” he said with the shock of her presence written all over his face. “He said you had died!”
    “Did he explain my demise?” Tammy walked up closer to the man.
    “He would not. Not to me,” he said, dropping the crate and clutching his hands and stepping further back.
    “Tie him up and put him inside the dungeon door,” I said. Tammy and I headed for the shipping room while the others headed for the study.
    I, more or less, ordered that the only one that was to stay alive, in the case that they went in before we found the baby, was Cortez. Tammy had a few things to tell him and I would not allow her to be deprived. Revenge is far to healing. The cries got louder the closer we got, but we couldn’t rush for the fear of being overrun by enemies. The shipping room was to the far right side of the large estate. We only saw three people inside; two normals and one breeder.