Prelude: Piazza di San Pietro
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Demetrius slid a sharp claw across the boy’s neck, not quite cutting flesh. If only his mentor could see him now, a Lamaia hovering over the frail body of a child. He’d always told Demetrius how delaying the kill could increase the pleasure of the hunt, but until now he’d never truly understood.
Unfortunately for Demetrius, it was never explained that part of the mental orgasm came through increased risk.
A noose closed around his neck, yanking back the rabid dog as several men shocked him with increased-voltage cattle prods. Another pole struck his side, its needled tip filling him with a massive dose of tranquilizer. The effects of the drug took charge, and the tight vibrating pain of electricity was no longer felt. Easing numbness flowed across his body.
“What the bloody hell was that!” Cheval shoved the employee nearest him against the wall with unusual force, screaming at no one and everyone at once, “Where the fuck is the stupid bitch that brought the Ishtaritu in?”
Samantha rounded the corner the others took the patient’s vitals and filed out.
“I am here, sir.”
“I thought you told me the damned thing was properly tranquilized!”
“We have been administering tranquilizing agents exceeding regulations …”
“I don’t give a damn what you’ve been doing. Quite obviously it hasn’t been enough.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I was told you were the best Italy had to offer, but I have to admit, I was expecting problems. You have tainted blood don’t you?”
“Sir?” The conversation was suddenly quite inappropriate.
“I understand your father was demon-bound.”
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