Kerrelyn Sparks: Sexiest Vampire Alive

He frowned. This plan did a good job at keeping their secrets, but how could he negotiate from such a weak position? And why would the president believe they were safe and harmless after seeing the video where Connor decapitated Casimir?

He dropped down two lines and wrote, Plan B . Instead of playing the victim, he’d present himself as a helpful ally. He’d reveal how well MacKay S&I had worked with Sean Whelan’s Stake-Out team. In fact, two MacKay S&I employees were former CIA agents, and another two were formerly employed by the FBI. He could also reveal that the British government already knew about Vamps and had a healthy working relationship with them. He’d tell the story about how Angus MacKay had received a medal for rescuing some British Air Force guys during World War II.

This plan made more sense to Gregori, but he knew it had a few drawbacks. It could ultimately lead the government into using the Vamps, making them do their dirty work. And the president would probably want to know how Angus had managed to accomplish his secret mission behind enemy lines.

That brought Gregori to Plan C. Reveal some of the powers that Vamps possess. Explain the danger that the Malcontents presented to the mortal world. And then convince the president that only the Vamps were capable of destroying the Malcontents.

This was the boldest plan, but also the most dangerous. Some powers, like mind control and memory wipes, could appear too threatening. If the government suspected how powerful the Vamps truly were, they might condone the murderous acts of vampire slayers. Basically he had to persuade the president that the Vamps were friendly and committed to keeping mortals safe and protected.

It would help if he knew more about the man he would be dealing with. President Laurence Tucker.

He Googled the president’s bio on his laptop. Shameful, he supposed, for an American to know so little about current affairs, but why bother to keep up with presidents who could change every four years? He’d left that world behind.

Or so he had thought. Now he was being dragged back into it. He grabbed another stress ball.

He scanned quickly through a summary of President Tucker’s early years. A stint in the U.S. Navy, where he acquired the nickname Torpedo. Graduated from Harvard Law School. Made a name for himself as a tough D.A., combating organized crime. Served as state attorney general for four years before running for Congress. After four years in the House, he ran for the Senate. The media had claimed the Torpedo was blasting his way through Washington straight to the White House. They had been right.

Gregori yawned and dropped the stress ball. So what if Tucker was starting his second term? Eight years was nothing compared to the hundred-year stint of a Coven Master. And a president’s power was measly compared to what a Vamp could do.

He studied a photo taken of Tucker and his wife, Belinda, when he’d first campaigned for the Senate fourteen years ago. His hair had been brown back then, not gray like it was now. His wife, blond and perky, waved and smiled at the camera.

Gregori glanced over at VANNA. “I’ve found the perfect job for you.”

He scrolled down further to look at more photos. There was Senator Tucker with his wife and children: a pretty blond girl who looked like her mother and a son with brown hair like his dad. The perfect all-American family, all with perfect smiles. Even the golden retriever in front of the kids was smiling.

Gregori read the caption underneath. The dog was named Grover. The boy, Lincoln. The girl, Madison. Sheesh! Had Tucker purposely named his children and pets in a way to further his political career? The dog was even wearing a stars-and-stripes bandana around his neck.

I may puke , Gregori thought, then narrowed his eyes on another name. Abigail. Where was she? He studied the small photo and spotted another kid half hidden behind Belinda and obscured by Lincoln’s waving hand.

A tug of sleepiness dragged at him, and he glanced at the time. Nine minutes till sunrise. Damn, he needed to hurry up. He scanned a few more articles and photos. Apparently teenagers Madison and Lincoln had traveled with Tucker when he’d first campaigned for president. There were a bunch of photos of him sandwiched between his grinning daughter and son.

Belinda and Abigail were nowhere in sight.

Lincoln was now a senior at Harvard, while twenty-year-old Madison was a sophomore at a prestigious art school in Washington, D.C. She’d become quite a celebrity in the last few years, constantly followed by paparazzi when she went on extensive shopping trips in New York City or when she accompanied her father to black-tie events, playing hostess in dazzling designer gowns. He had to admit she was a beauty, and in spite of her young age, quite at ease in high society. Then again, she’d grown up in the life.

But where was the mother? And the other daughter?

“Gregori!” His own mother, Radinka Holstein, cracked open his office door and peeked inside. “It’s awfully late to still be working.”

“Hey, Mom.” He exited all links and powered down his laptop. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to let you know that I’ll be out of town. Roman has asked Shanna and the kids and me to stay at the school for a while. We’ll be leaving tonight right after sunset.”

“That’s a good idea. You’ll be safe there.” No one in the mortal world and very few in the vampire world knew where the Dragon Nest Academy was located. He folded the page with his strategy plans, then stuffed it into his pants pocket as he stood up. “I have to go out of town, too. What do you think of the president?”

Radinka tilted her head in confusion. “Why are you asking about him all of a sudden?”

Gregori closed the blinds on his window. “I have a meeting with him later tonight.”

“Oh.” Radinka’s eyes widened. “That’s quite an honor!”

He shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not if he’s an ass.”

Radinka scoffed. “That’s no way to talk about the president. I really admire his wife. She’s been battling lupus for years, you know. And now I hear she has diabetes, too. Poor thing can’t get a break.”

“Oh.” Maybe that was why she’d disappeared from the publicity photos. Gregori cast a guilty glance toward VANNA. He shouldn’t have indulged in insulting thoughts toward the first lady. “What about the daughter?”

“Madison?” Radinka waved a hand in dismissal. “She’s in all the magazines with her silly little dog named Dolly.”

“No, I mean the other daughter.”

“There’s another daughter?”

“Yes.” Abigail. “She’s not in any of the pictures.”

“Maybe she’s shy,” Radinka suggested.

Or ugly, Gregori thought with a snort. Another wave of sleepiness pulled at him. He strode toward his mom and pulled her into his office for a hug. “Take care. I’ll see you in a few days.”

She hugged him back, then gasped. “Gregori, what is she doing in here?” She glared at VANNA. “Didn’t I tell you to get rid of that disgusting thing?”

“I am getting rid of it. I’m giving it to Connor for his five-hundredth birthday.”

Radinka slapped at Gregori’s shoulder. “You can’t give that to him! Haven’t you heard? Connor got married!”

Gregori stepped back, stunned. “What?”

“Connor got married. He called Angus tonight to request a month off for his honeymoon.” Radinka grinned. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

“ What? ” Gregori shook his head. “Who on earth would marry Connor? He’s a grouch. And he’s totally against us Vamps marrying mortals.”

“He didn’t marry a mortal. He married an angel.”

Gregori’s jaw dropped. Marielle had given up heaven to marry Connor? “Snap! You’ve got to be kidding me.”