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  ABSOLUTION

  League of Vampires

  RYE BREWER

  CONTENTS

  Absolution

  1. Jonah

  2. Jonah

  3. Anissa

  4. Anissa

  5. Philippa

  6. Jonah

  7. Philippa

  8. Anissa

  9. Gage

  10. Gage

  11. Jonah

  12. Philippa

  13. Anissa

  14. Anissa

  15. Jonah

  16. Philippa

  17. Anissa

  18. Anissa

  19. Anissa

  20. Jonah

  21. Jonah

  22. Philippa

  23. Philippa

  24. Jonah

  25. Jonah

  26. Gage

  27. Gage

  28. Carissa

  29. Jonah

  30. Jonah

  31. Jonah

  32. Anissa

  33. Anissa

  34. Anissa

  Excerpt

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  Afterword

  ABSOLUTION

  Ancient enemies, newfound coalitions.

  Anissa’s not about to take Jonah’s decision to face his enemies alone. This former slayer isn’t your average sit on the sidelines kind of girl.

  New heroes, not so new archenemies.

  Fane wants forgiveness and allegiance, but not at the cost of the ones he loves most. Certainly, not at the expense of an new soul that is joining his cadre.

  Needs rarely line up with wants.

  Philippa’s feelings for Vance won’t be the end of her, but will they be the end of a loved one

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  1

  JONAH

  Images flashed through my mind, based on what Fane had just told me. They mixed with memories of my childhood, back when I was human. We had been so happy. We were still happy after we turned—and I could remember that clearly, like the end of one life and the beginning of another—but it was a different sort of happiness.

  We couldn’t live simply anymore. We had a clan to think about. A much bigger family than what we’d known before then.

  And all because of Lucian’s hatred and obsession.

  The cool air suddenly felt freezing cold. Even the brand on my arm barely registered on my consciousness, which was saying something, seeing as how the burning was all I could think about when it first appeared and flared up.

  There had been times when Lucian seemed fake, hadn’t there? When his smile had faltered a little, or I’d seen emptiness in his eyes. That last meeting of the League of Vampires, the way he’d stood there like a deity, absorbing the appreciation of the vampires in attendance. False modesty.

  I tried to tell myself I was only remembering things through the lens of what Fane had told me. It was easy to do that, wasn’t it? To let new information color memories? I had to be fair. Didn’t I?

  Yet… Lucian turned my mother into a vampire. He set my family on its path, changed the direction of our lives.

  Sure, I would be long dead by now if he hadn’t, but I would’ve lived a human life. As complicated as humans thought their lives were, their issues were nothing compared to what we vampires faced. There had been times, especially after losing my parents, when I’d wished we never were turned. I wouldn’t have to live endless decades never knowing what happened to the people I loved most in the world if they hadn’t turned me.

  Fane didn’t try to comfort me or ask if I had any questions. He only looked at me the way a father would look at his son after missing so much of his life.

  “I’m staring,” he said with a slight smile. “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s all right. It doesn’t bother me.” I studied him.

  Funny how he looked like my father, and sounded like my father, but was just a shade different. Something about his eyes, maybe, or the way he held himself. A hardness? What had he seen since he left us?

  “Where is the h—the girl?”

  He was going to call Anissa the half-breed again—I could tell—but stopped himself in time.

  I decided to let it pass.

  “With her father. She’s safe there.”

  “You’re sure about that?”

  “Of course. I wouldn’t want her to be anywhere I wasn’t sure of her safety. I sent her there to be certain she’s not part of whatever happens next.”

  The lines on his brow deepened when he frowned. “You do care for her, don’t you?”

  “You doubted it?”

  “I didn’t know if it was infatuation or real attachment.”

  “I’m not a baby anymore,” I reminded him with a faint smile. “I’ve grown up a lot.”

  He nodded. “It’s easy to forget that, after all this time apart.”

  All this time.

  Decades.

  Even so, the memory of the pain was fresh. I would never forget the way life stopped during those first days, when my siblings and I realized our parents were gone. No explanation, no clue where they’d gone. Nothing mattered, when all we could think about was our parents and what might’ve happened to them. We lived in a sort of limbo where the world kept turning, but we stayed still. And none of us were ever the same after. Especially not Philippa.

  Which brought me to the next matter at hand. “You have to see her.”

  His eyebrows shot up. “What? Who?”

  I stood and looked at him. “Philippa. You have to see her.”

  He looked defeated. “No. I don’t.”

  “Then at least let me tell her you’re still alive.”

  He shook his head. “Jonah, I already told you how dangerous that is. Remember? The fewer of you who know I’m alive, the better. I only stayed away this long because I wanted to protect you—I can’t turn my back on the promise I made to myself. If all these years of hiding away were wasted and something were to happen to any of you anyway, I would never forgive myself.”

  I glared at him. “I understand. I do. I spent years as head of the clan. I know there are almost no decisions that are easy. There’s always a drawback or a compromise.”

  “Not an easy lesson to learn.”

  “It isn’t” I agreed. “I learned it the hard way, over and over.”

  He nodded with a knowing smile. “So you see, then. Being away from you all has been torture. It didn’t get any easier as time went on.”

  There was pain written all over his face.

  I tried to imagine having kids and forcing myself to be away from them. Not just being apart, but knowing they thought I was dead. It would crush me.

  Then again, it had crushed us, never knowing for sure. Especially my sister.

  “It didn’t get any easier for us, either, you know. Especially Philippa.” I stared hard at him to get my point across. “She changed. She’ll never go back to being the girl she used to be.”

  A shadow crossed his face. “What do you mean?”

  “You remember how she used to be—bright, fun, funny. Always teasing and joking. High-spirited.”

  “She was a joy,” he murmured.

  I knew he was thinking back on the way she could always made him laugh, no matter what sort of mood he was in. They used to go on and on for hours, playing word games, debating, challenging each other.

  She was so quick, so wily. But those qualities were just on the surface. She was a brilliant judge of character, too, even at a young age. It was what made her the ideal advisor for me—she would’ve been his advisor, if he had stayed.

 
“All that brightness and sweetness went away when you did. I’m not trying to heap guilt on you. I’m really not. But you need to know. She found a way to move on. We all did. We didn’t have a choice. And it changed us all, but none of us changed as much as she did. She has an edge. She’s jaded. She doesn’t trust the way she used to.” My eyes narrowed. “You owe her this much. She deserves to know you’re alive.”

  He stared off into the distance. “You just said it yourself—sometimes there are difficult decisions to be made. Maybe this will give her some measure of peace, but at what cost? Her safety? Her life?” He raised his hand, as if saying halt. “I can’t allow that.”

  I shook my head. “I can’t go back and face her—ever—with this lie hanging over me. I can’t betray her that way. She still loves you so much. You were her hero.”

  “The me I used to be,” he murmured. “That’s not who I am anymore.”

  “Why don’t you let her be the one to decide that? She’ll be so glad you’re alive, it won’t matter.”

  It looked like he was almost ready to give in—I knew the look. He was fighting with himself.

  I used the opportunity to gain the upper hand, maybe even twisting the knife a little. “I’ll help find Gage if you go see her.”

  “What?” His eyes dilated—the only sign of his surprise.

  “I’ll help, but only if you agree to see Philippa.”

  He folded his arms. “Blackmail?”

  “If it helps, yes.”

  He turned away.

  I was getting more desperate. “What can I say to get you to understand how important this is? Please. All I can do is ask you to please do this. It’ll mean so much.”

  “What if…” His voice broke, and he cleared his throat. “What if she doesn’t want to see me? What if she hates me for what I did? She always had a temper, and she wasn’t good at letting go of a grudge.”

  I pressed my lips together to keep from smiling. “That’s something that hasn’t changed.”

  “Sometimes I think it would be easier to remember her before, the way things were, when she didn’t hate me.”

  “I never said she hated you. She doesn’t hate you.”

  “You don’t know that. It would be better for her to look back at me the way I was before. She will probably hate me when she finds out. I’m not sure you don’t.”

  I ignored that. I wasn’t going to tell him that I hated him. I wasn’t going to tell him that I didn’t.

  Though I didn’t.

  With every passing day I was learning that we often had to make decisions that weren’t always easy.

  That hit home for me now, stronger than ever, knowing that I’d sent Anissa to be with her father, knowing she would be pissed. Hopefully she didn’t hate me—wouldn’t hate me. But still…

  He watched me, waiting for a reply, wanting to know.

  I gave him one. “Anything is better than not knowing.”

  His gaze was steady. “Where should we meet?”

  “It’s been a long time since I’ve stood here.” Fane walked to the edge of the roof after stepping through the portal behind me, and looked out over the city.

  It was a night like any other—down there, at least.

  Not where I stood.

  He took a deep breath. “I’ve missed being here. That’s for sure.” He looked at me from the corner of his eye and smiled. “I spent a lot of time looking over the city, thinking things over whenever I needed to clear my head. I didn’t dare come back.”

  “I understand that.”

  “I hope your sister does, too.” He looked nervous for the first time since we met again.

  He wasn’t Fane just then. It was like being with my father again.

  I looked around. Just because we were on the roof didn’t mean we were safe from prying eyes. “You’d better stay out of sight up here. I don’t want anyone seeing you—as either Dommik or Fane.”

  “Wouldn’t it be better for me to wait inside, then?”

  I shook my head. “I’ll go talk to her first—just to warm her up. Please, stay here. Don’t leave.”

  “I’ll be right here when you’re ready.”

  I hoped he meant it. I would hate to go through what I knew Philippa was going to put me through for him to not be here when I came back for him.

  There was noise inside the penthouse. It wasn’t as empty as it was when I was last there.

  I listened closely.

  Philippa’s chambers.

  I hoped she was alone.

  It occurred to me as I crossed the living area and walked down the hall that I hadn’t seen her since leaving the League meeting.

  I braced myself for what was to come.

  She didn’t notice me at first. Her back was to the open door. There was a backpack on the bed, open, and she was shoving things into it, right and left.

  I caught a peek when she moved to the side.

  Weapons. Several daggers, two handguns, two throwing stars.

  She bundled dark clothes in there, too. Jeans, a sweatshirt, a sweater, tees—all in dark gray or black.

  I hadn’t known my fashion-conscious sister owned that much plain, dark clothing.

  I cleared my throat, and she spun around.

  Her posture was defensive, like she was ready for a fight.

  I held my hands up. “It’s just me.”

  Her fists dropped to her sides. “Oh, Jonah!” she breathed, and in the blink of an eye, she was throwing herself at me, and squeezing me around the neck until I could hardly breathe.

  “Easy, easy,” I groaned.

  “Where have you been? I didn’t think I’d ever see you again!” She pulled away, holding me at arm’s length so she could take me in. “What have you been doing? Where did you go?”

  “One thing at a time. What are you doing? What are you packing for?” I looked over at the backpack. “I mean, it looks a little… stockpiled?”

  “I’m so glad you’re back. I have a million things to tell you.” She hurried back over to the bed, and finished squeezing clothes into it before closing the zipper.

  “You picked the perfect time to return. I have an errand, so you can take being the leader back, and keep these hooligans in line.”

  “Wait a minute. I’m not here to lead the clan.”

  She stopped and turned slowly back to me. “What’s that again?” Her hands were planted on her hips and her chin jutted out.

  “I’m sorry, but that’s not why I came back here. Besides, I don’t think it’s as easy as just walking back in and saying something like: Hey, I’m back.”

  She still looked annoyed, but one corner of her mouth disappeared as she chewed on it. “I guess you’re right. Well, I’m still glad you’re here. I’m glad I get to see you and know you’re alive.”

  Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. It wasn’t fair for me to run off without a word—the way our parents did.

  “I’m sorry I put you through that. Really. It wasn’t fair. Have you ever, I don’t know, just got caught up in the moment? Did you ever do something you wouldn’t think you were capable of otherwise?”

  She sighed. “Yes. I can’t lie.” She glanced at her backpack.

  I looked at it, too. “What kind of errand are you going on that you need all that? I saw the weapons, so don’t pretend you didn’t pack them.”

  Her head shook the tiniest bit, as if she was fortifying herself for the answer. “You’re just going to try to talk me out of it.”

  “Depends on what it is.”

  “No, I know you. You’ll try to tell me it’s wrong.”

  “Which makes me wonder even more.” I frowned. “Tell me.”

  “What if I told you it has to do with Gage? Like… finding him?” She slid the backpack onto one shoulder, then leaned into it as she guided the second strap on.

  “Hold on, hold on.” I blocked the doorway. “Seriously? You think you’re going to go looking for him?”

  She blinked, then regained her comp
osure. “You think you’re going to stop me?”

  “No. I know better, and I don’t have the time to waste, either. I need you to stop and think about this first, is all. This is a big job, you know? It’s dangerous.”

  “I know that. Since when do I ever back down from danger?”

  “Never. That’s what’s worrying me the most.”

  She tossed her red hair.

  I watched it cascade over her backpack. How many times had I seen her do that when she was determined to do something?

  Her eyes were piercing, the set of her jaw firm. “You’re not the only one who’s been wrapped up in doing things lately, you know. I’ve really surprised myself in the last few days.”

  I smiled. “I believe it. You always rise to the challenge.”

  “I have to go now,” she whispered. “I’m sorry if you don’t like the idea.”

  “There’s something I need you to do first. It might even make things a little easier for you.”

  She raised a brow. “What do you mean?”

  I took her by the hand and let her out into the main room, still dark and otherwise empty, toward the glass doors.

  “Just come on. Trust me.”

  “Is it Gage?”

  “No.”

  She made a sound, something like a sigh of frustration—or anger. “Anissa? Is Anissa out there? Is she with you? Because I don’t think visiting with her is worth spending time on right now.”

  When would she ever come around on Anissa? “Stop asking so many questions and just come. Anissa is safe where she is.”

  “Wait.” She stopped still just shy of the doors. “You left her somewhere? That doesn’t sound like you. I thought you two were attached at the hip.”

  I rolled my eyes at the sarcasm in her voice. “Yeah, well, there are things going on right now that she doesn’t need to be part of. I don’t want her getting hurt or… anything.”

  I pulled her again, and the muscles in my forearm flexed—which made my brand sting more than ever. I didn’t bother saying anything about it to her.

  I was already about to drop a bomb on Philippa, she didn’t need to be concerned with the brand as well.

  “Come on.”