Page 49 of The Cruelest Undead
Only, that was okay. Seth knew the chances up front of producing a vampyre versus a human child when he and Clariel got pregnant. They’d still decided to do it.
Honestly, he was good with it.
His son was the second love of his life, and he wouldn’t change anything about him. It was why he was out in the middle of the night.
To protect what was his.
Since he was human, it was his duty to protect the Harcourte family. He was taking over where Flynn had once been the human-cop guardian.
It was on him to ensure that no matter what, they stayed safe.
So, he’d work nights to patrol the street to ensure his family didn’t come to any harm. It was the least that he could do since the family protected him as well.
They were symbiotic, and he wouldn’t drop the ball.
Survival was key.
That was all that mattered.
The Harcourte family was growing, and that meant it needed more protection. The family was extended, and made up of humans, vampyres, and a mix.
Jolie wanted them to do this, and she was their Mistress, even if she didn’t live with them. They were loyal.
To.
The.
End.
So, humans and vampyres alike were holding up the Harcourte family, and that was vital inNew Orleans.
The city was a mecca of vampyres and they, luckily, were in charge there.
It was good to be the top of the vampyre food chain in a city fraught with all kinds of crazy, and as of late, it was only getting worse.
That was what worried Seth.
The crazy was getting…crazier.
It was a fulltime job on top of his fulltime job. There were days he felt like the ringleader of a supernatural circus.
As the other families moved away, going back to their homelands when the Tueur, the vampyre killers, were running amuck, they had no choice but to step up.
Oh, and Percy was running it well too.
With his mate, Mina, at his side, they were holding court for Jolie and her family name. In New Orleans, if you were a vamp, you wanted to be a Harcourte vampyre. They were the alpha predators in the city, and thanks to that, he was generally safe.
Thank freaking God.
Only, with each time he had to leave home, there was this wariness that hadn’t been there before.
Why?
The city was changing.
Now, for Seth, he didn’t like to not be at home. With the monsters that had been popping up, for him, it was about getting his ass home as soon as possible for his safety, and the family’s.
Truth be told, his gut said that no one was safe inNew Orleans.
