Free Sassy Ever After: Bonnie Sass (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Erika Masten

vampire. Both vampires were panting and bleeding.
    His beauty turned feral and wrathful, Thomas Davenport hissed at Simon.
    “What are you playing at?” the obviously older vampire demanded.
    “You could say I’ve got a bit of rogue in me, too, Thomas. The wolves have their doubts you’ll fulfill their agreement to try to make them vampires.”
    “And you will?”
    Angie couldn’t tell if Davenport was disbelieving or disapproving.
    But Simon laughed. “They’re even more gullible than Evelyn and that Highlands pack I had her feeding false information. She was a handy one before she caught on and I had to kill her and her wolf boyfriend.”
    The scenario Simon was describing sounded far to close to what Angie knew of the trouble with the rogue vampire, only it looked like Thomas and the coven had misidentified their loose cannon when it had been Simon all along just manipulating her.
    Simon hissed when Thomas tensed and bared his fangs. “I’ll feed on as many of the stupid wolf bastards as bow down and present themselves for slaughter. Make a vampire from a werewolf?” Simon shook his head no. “But if they want to die trying I’m more than happy to help and throw all the packs in this fucking city into a frenzy. Let them kill each other off, and then we’ll sweep up the stragglers, those among us who still have the balls.”
    Then to Angie, struggling in his grip, Simon said, “And you, I want you to know that right about now Ballard and his rogues are closing in on your wolf lord. By morning, they’ll just find pieces of him strewn through the Steamworks rubble.”
    For a second, Angie told herself Simon was lying. But fear gripped her stomach.
    “No,” she shouted and began struggling as hard as she could.
    Simon asserted his control by jerking the collar of her robe aside and sinking his fangs into her shoulder. Then all Angie could think was, I’ve been bitten, fuck, I’ve been bitten . What did that mean? What was going to happen?
    The vampire threw Angie stunned to the floor as Davenport leapt for him. The woman was unable to focus, her head swimming. Was it the sudden blood loss? Was the shock? Or was there something injected into her blood by the vampire’s bite to make her less able to struggle while he fed?
    She heard shattering furniture under the weight of the struggling vampires. She heard sharp tones of pain as they tore at one another. And she smelled blood. But whose? Would it matter? She couldn’t be sure Thomas would spare her life any more than Simon would have.
    Using the bed and all the strength she had left, Angie climbed up to her knees and blinked hard to bring the room into focus. Dizzy as she was, it spun around her briefly before finally steadying. She had just the right timing to see an already severely bloodied Thomas Davenport slash his enemy across the throat deeply enough that Simon fell back against the wall with eyes wide.
    That was it, surely that was the final blow, she thought. But before she’d even finished that thought, Simon had gathered himself enough to dash back out through the open balcony door and into the night. Then Thomas Davenport collapsed onto the floor at the foot of the bed.
    “No, you have to get up,” Angie said in a groan as she crawled to Davenport’s prone body. “You have to stop the rogues. You have to help Calum if you want help stopping a war between the packs and the vampires.”
    Almost too softly to hear, Thomas breathed, “Too weak. Lost blood.”
    Angie shook his shoulders. “Now, get up. This is your only chance to get what you want out of this. If you help Calum now, he’ll help you hunt down Simon and anyone else who’s been working against the truce. You have to get to Steamworks.”
    Thomas had at least opened his eyes, but they didn’t focus on her or on anything. “I don’t even know…. Steam works…. What is…?”
    “It’s a nightclub in an old industrial complex. I know the place. I know the property. And