Here’s a short teaser from Waking The Blood of the Dead II – Ch. 29 – A Call To Action
These passages have not been beta’ed. All mistakes are mine, and some material might change at time of posting.
Hugh put on his suit jacket as he closed the door to his room and ventured out into Stan’s mansion. He only took a few steps before he was confronted with an army of servants buzzing by him.
“Excuse us, sir,” a chorus of voices hurriedly apologized as they made their way in and out of the kitchen, carrying chairs, food platters, and crates of Royalty Blended and Pure Royalty synthetic blood bottles.
A young woman walked by him, staring at him appreciatively.
“Excuse me, miss,” Hugh asked the woman, pulling her aside from the streamlined procession.
“Hi, handsome. Are you a donor for the party, too?” she asked, looking at the bandage on his neck.
Hugh chuckled as he held his neck. “Umm…no. What party? You mean the funeral wake?”
The girl looked at him quizzically. “Are you sure you’re okay? There’s no funeral. It’s a celebration!”
“Celebration? For what?”
“The King miraculously recovered.”
“He what?” Hugh choked out.
“Selina, come on! They need us over here,” another girl called over to her.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. Duty calls. See ya at the party tonight.” Selina winked at Hugh as she walked away.
Hugh loosened his tie, and uttered a choked sob. Recovered? How could the king have recovered? Feeling the world crashing around him at his failure, he staggered around, trying to find someone in authority he could talk to amidst the endless sea of servants preparing for the party. Finally, outside the ballroom door, he found Joseph Velasquez talking to someone.
“Everything must be ready by midnight tonight, George,” Joseph related as he turned and faced Hugh. With a quick nod, he dismissed the employee and looked at the sorcerer. “Mr. Hahvenghott, what a pleasure to see you. Have you heard the great news?” he asked, his demeanor quickly turning serious at seeing Hugh’s disheveled state. “Are you all right?”
Hugh quickly nodded. “What good news?” A cold sweat invaded Hugh’s body and he felt short of breath.
“Mr. Hahvenghott, what’s wrong?” Joseph asked again, nearing the sorcerer whose face had paled.
“Nothing, I’m fine. It’s just…so hot in here,” Hugh lied, trying to compose himself. “Please tell me what good news are you talking about?”
Joseph looked around the room, trying to see if the other humans in the room were sweating or showing discomfort. “The king…” he muttered nervously, “was healed last night.”
“Mr. Hahvenghott, you don’t look well. Let me get you some help.”
Hugh cleared his throat. “I assure you, I am fine. How…how did this come to be?”
Joseph looked at him questioningly. “A young girl – a healer that travels with Felipe De Castro’s retinue cured him. It was a miracle.”
“Where is the king now?”
“I was about to go to your room and ask your council. It seems the F.B.I. has taken our telepath – as well as King De Castro from Louisiana’s telepath into custody. They are all at their downtown location, trying to sort things out. Is there anything you can do for them?”
“Y…yes…of course. I will leave immediately.”
Joseph gave Hugh the address and the sorcerer left in haste.
Do not worry, Milandra, he thought. I will personally dispatch Stan from this realm. I will not fail you…
A/N: Oh, no! What the hell is Hugh going to do? Ch. 29 – coming soon! :)