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Dante’s Salvation by Anna Leigh Keaton

Dante’s Salvation

Anna Leigh Keaton

Dante’s Salvation by Anna Leigh Keaton

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are

products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to

be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales,

organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Dante’s Salvation

ISBN: 978‐1‐60088‐234‐0

Cover Artist: Sable Grey

Editor: Melissa Darnell

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Dante’s Salvation by Anna Leigh Keaton

Chapter One

Dante Rainaldi skimmed his hand over the piece of wood, its cool,

smooth surface soothing against his palm.

This would work. It had to.

He touched the pad of his index finger to the pointed tip. Not quite

good enough. It had to be lethal. Sharp enough to pierce through skin,

muscle, cartilage and finally, the heart.

Using the X‐acto knife he picked up from the coffee table, he

shaved a few more swipes, carefully designing a point as sharp as possible.

The sharper the point, the easier it would be to accomplish his goal.

Killing a vampire was a tricky feat. He had to be precise and get it right

the first time or...

Or the consequences would be unbearable.

He had one shot at this. A mistake could not be made.

Pressing his finger against the tip once more, he jerked back when

the wood pierced his flesh. “Shit.” He sucked the tiny drop of blood from

his fingertip and frowned. That hurt.

Well, death wasn’t meant to be completely painless, now was it?

It was time.

He sucked in a deep breath, laid his stake on the coffee table, pulled

off his T‐shirt, and set it on the couch next to him.

Looking between the stake and the steel mallet on the coffee table,

Dante’s Salvation by Anna Leigh Keaton

he frowned. How the hell was he going to do this? The stake had to enter

hard enough and fast enough to go all the way through. He shook his

head and picked up the mallet. The stake was almost three feet long.

There was no way to reach...

As a thought occurred to him, he grinned and stood up. Lifting the

stake, he set the flat end against the coffee table and leaned over it, testing

the height.

Just right.

Excitement surged through him. Adrenaline pumped hard in his

veins. This was it. He was finally going to do it. He’d waited three

hundred years for this day.

He gripped the stake in both hands, holding it steady against the

tabletop. A smile curved his lips as peace settled over him. Finally, he’d be

free. Leaning over until the tip touched his left breast, right over his heart,

he felt around until he knew the point settled between two ribs. Having it

deflect off a bone would be bad. He wanted death, not pain. God, he hated

pain.

Closing his eyes, he rose up and sucked in a deep breath. It was so

close he could taste it. He let out the breath, slowing his heart rate and

then—

“Oh, bloody hell, Dante!”

His eyes popped open as the stake was rudely jerked from his

grasp.

“What the hell do ya think yer about, you idgit? You think I wanna

clean up yer mess?”

Dante grabbed for the stake, but his roommate, Digger O’Toole,

laughed and held it behind his back. “What a moron ya are. If’n yer gonna

do yerself in, don’t do it in the livin’ room on the rug.”

“Give it to me.” Dante bound over the coffee table and grabbed at

the little Irishman, but Digger vanished, only to reappear across the room.

“When will ya learn?” He winked. “Yer just hungry. Get dressed.

We’ll go find some tasty young morsels to feed on.”

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