Bate House Arturo Book 3 — Jessie Rose Case

Blane couldn't remember a time when he'd last had an emotion.  It had only brought him pain.  He was a male surrounded by human females who happily offer themselves to Vamps.  Their bite addictive, and seductive.  Women fawned over them.  Offered themselves to them.  Debased themselves openly, willingly for a chance of their touch.  None made his heart race or his body feel alive.  He has to feed and takes it where he can.  No emotion.  No affection.  It's a means to an end.  Survival.  His race needs him and he is a Lord in his own right.  His life as a soldier many many years ago gone, but another war goes on, brought to his door by the enemy.   He had no time or wish for anything more having spent a long time removing himself from the human race.  He likes it that way.  They were weak as he had once been.  He would never be that way again.  Ena the daughter of a specialist arms dealer.  Born into war.  Brought up a survivor.  Taught to fight from birth, hand to hand, weapons, they all played a part.  Always in control.  Always prepared.  A strategist.  A weapons expert.   There was no surprise when she went into the military as a way of life or that her experience sent her into some of the most dangerous places in the world or that her skills, would take her onto the skills market in the private sector when she left.  She liked control.   Liked having all the answers and if you came looking for her, you'd better come prepared.  She was sort after.  In demand.  Alone.   And that's how she liked it. Conceived on the alter of Zeus to human parents and maybe a little more.   Athena was born, a goddess of war and aptly named by her father.  His wishes and guidance as her father prepared for his own death, moves her to a new country, a new town seeking old friends.  Very... old friends and for the first time, in a very long time, she is unprepared for the outcome....