Free The Dead War Series (Book 2): Desperate Times by D.N. Simmons Page B

hilarious joke.
    “Did I say something funny?” Vincent asked, frowning as his agitation began to build.
    “Apparently, you did, hence my reaction to your seemingly never-ending stupidity.” Cassian sighed and shook his head.
    “Regardless of what you think of me, what I say is true,” Vincent protested.
    “What part? That I made a mistake I'm not willing to admit, or that you think the CDC facility is a safer location?” Cassian cocked an eyebrow.
    “Both,” Vincent boldly stated. He swallowed hard, Adam's apple visibly bobbing as the stern stare from Cassian began to unnerve him even more than he already was. Maybe arguing with a vampire wasn't the best idea.
    Felicity's gaze shifted between the two men, seeing the tension mounting between them. She couldn't shake the fear that was building inside of her. The uncertainly of their future. Just what did this vampire want from them besides making a cure? “I'd like to really have an answer to his question,” she said.
    Diverting his attention from the arrogant and foolish human male before him, Cassian turned towards the female scientist who seemed to be the smartest of the group. “I'm sure you would. I would like to be sleeping in my nice warm bed in my beautiful, luxurious high-rise condo, but sadly, that's been destroyed. Your quest to be gods, have resulted in the downfall of many.”
    Vincent frowned. “I--”
    “I have no concern for your motives or whatever scientific triumphs you sought to attain,” Cassian interjected. “What is done is done. I will not answer any more of these questions you think you're entitled to.” He turned back to Vincent. “You will see for yourselves why the CDC was not the better option.”
    “We're here and I don't think we're going anywhere any time soon. Let's just do what we can to save the human race,” Dr. Powers said to the others to prevent them from further angering the vampire; a being he still couldn't believe existed. 
    “Finally, one among you speaks with some level of intelligence,” Cassian remarked. “This is what is going to happen: You three will work with other scientists we've managed to gather to use what research you have to create a cure. We have a location set up that will serve as your lab. Make it work. If you need something that's not there, we will do our best to get it for you.”
    “Do you know how to kill these things?” Dr. Powers inquired.
    “You will speak only when spoken to or with permission. I'll not have you bombarding me or my people with your questions. Understand your place here. We are not your saviors. We are not your partners. We are not your friends. You are here because we have a mutual interest in preserving human life. You will do what is necessary and once a cure is created, we will use it to save as many infected humans as possible. What happens after that is yet to be seen.”
    Cassian turned, walking back to the desk in the room and leaning against it with arms crossed over his broad chest. “So far, we've only deduced that those things can be killed by decapitation. It will not be easy to dispatch them when they hunt by the hordes.”
    “So, to clarify, the humans you have here are livestock for you,” Maj. Garrett stated.
    “Exactly,” Cassian said, not feeling any need to sugarcoat the truth.
    Then with lightening quick speed, before Maj. Garrett could even scoff at the notion, Cassian was across the little room, with his hand around the human's throat, lifting him several inches from the floor. The man struggled furtively in the powerful grasp of the extremely pissed off vampire. His feet dangled wildly as he fought for air, sputtering and gasping as his eyes bulged from their sockets.
    “Oh shit!” Vincent gasped as he jumped a couple feet backward, putting as much distance between him and the other two men as possible in the cramped office. He had never seen anyone or anything for that matter, move that fast. Both Felicia and Dr. Powers fell back