Christine Feehan Quote

Gregori merged his mind with Mikhail’s easily. Over the centuries of battles, wars, and vampire hunts, they had exchanged blood many times to preserve one another’s life. Mikhail was in pain, his blood loss great. The shooting had been a deliberate attempt to weaken his immense power. Slovensky taunted Mikhail with graphic details of torture.Mikhail’s black eyes smoldered an eerie red, a burning flame he turned on Slovensky as the man approached him. The power in those chilling eyes stopped Slovensky for a moment. You’ll learn to hate me, vampire, James Slovensky snarled. And you’ll learn to fear me. You’ll learn who really holds the power.A slight, mocking smile touched Mikhail’s mouth. I do not hate you, mortal. And I could never fear you. You are but a pawn in a game of power. And you have been sacrificed.Mikhail’s voice was very low, a musical thread of sound that Slovensky found himself wanting to hear again. Hypnotic. Slovensky shook his head to clear it. He knelt beside his victim, smiling his pleasure at the other’s pain. Andre will give us the rest of you bloodsuckers.And why would he do that? Mikhail closed his eyes, his face lined and strained, but the hint of a smile remained.You turned him, forced him into such an unholy life, the same way you turned the woman. He is going to try to save her. Slovensky leaned closer and drew his knife. I think I should dig that slug out of you. We wouldn’t want you getting an infection now, would we? His giggle was high-pitched with anticipation. Mikhail didn’t flinch away from the blade. His black eyes snapped open, blazing with power. Slovensky fell backward, scrambling away on all fours to crouch against the far wall. Fumbling in his coat, he jerked out the gun and held it pointed at Mikhail.The ground rolled almost gently, seemed to swell so that the concrete floor bulged, then cracked. Slovensky grabbed for the wall behind him to steady himself and lost the gun in the process. Above his head a rock fell from the wall, bounced dangerously close, and rolled to a halt beside him. A second rock, and a third, fell, so that Slovensky had to cover his head as the rocks rained down in a roaring shower.