Bitten (Book 1 - Book 4) novel Chapter 33

Natalia grabbed the gift and returned to Uri’s office. He was back to reading his book as if he had no interest in her reaction.

“This wasn’t in there yesterday,” she said. “I went over the whole car.”

“Then it must not have been in there yesterday,” he said, turning a page.

She peeled off the wrapping to reveal another plain brown box. It was about nine inches long and four inches wide.

“Why didn’t you give it to me yesterday?”

“I didn’t have it yesterday.”

She opened the box. Nestled in a tan glove was a knife.

“Don’t touch them. Put on the glove,” Uri said.

He hadn’t even looked up from his reading, but acted as if he knew exactly what she was going to do.

“Them?”

She gently pulled out the glove and the one knife seemed to splinter apart into many knives. There was just the one glove. She slid it onto her right hand. The fit was snug. The color seemed to melt into her skin. It was hard to detect even by her.

“Oh... my... word,” she said while she stared and realized what she was staring at. “This is a set of throwing knives.”

She picked up one of the knives. It was so thin it could almost disappear when viewed from an edge.

“It looks like one knife was sliced into many slivers,” she said.

“We’ll do special lessons on how to throw them,” he said, rising from his seat. “These are very expensive. You’ll have to earn the right to wear them.”

“Wear them?”

“I’m always wearing my knives.”

“How many are here?”

She carefully put the one back and fingered through them.

“Twelve,” he said.

“Ten, eleven… twelve,” she said, verifying the count.

“Leave them here in my office. The glove you can keep in your purse.”

“Okay.”

“One more thing…“

“Yes?”

“No one knows you have those. Don’t tell anyone.”

“Okay. I won’t tell anyone.”

She was used to keeping secrets with him.

Natalia found she had to sit down while she stared at the knives.

“I never thought I would get a set of these,” she said in awe.

“You’re doing well. With two kills under your belt, you almost earned them.”

He leaned over and brushed her cheek with his.

“How did you get them without anyone knowing? I thought… You weren’t even able to get my necklace that has the hidden knife without the Council knowing.”

“I didn’t order them. I was given them to give to you as a gift.”

“By whom?”

“That will remain a secret for a while,” he said with a smiled. “I’m glad you like them.”

“I’m speechless.”

He took the box from her and closed the lid. She thought he would put them in a desk drawer, but she heard the dial and knew there was a small safe built into his desk.

She took the glove off and put it in a pocket.

“Tomorrow, let’s take a drive in your car,” he said. “You can drive.”

“Me? But I don’t have my license yet.”

“You have the learners permit license don’t you?”

“I-I can drive with that?”

“As long as I’m with you or some other licensed driver. But for now, only if I’m with you.”

Natalia smiled big.

“How am I going to sleep tonight?”

Mag stepped in. She didn’t look happy.

“We’re not getting a shipment.”

Uri rose from his desk with a frown.

“Why not?” he said.

“There’s none to be had,” she said, throwing up her hands.

She spun on her heels and left.

“Sanguine tea?” Natalia said.

Uri nodded while he tapped his phone and put it on speaker.

“Moralis, what’s up with the sanguine tea supply?”

“You’re not the first one to call me. I’ve been dealing with this for days. We had a month of surplus to handle this sort of situation. We’re finding the kegs empty.”

“Empty?”

“Someone’s drained them. The worst though is that the supply of cow blood has dried up. Our supplier from the stockyards said they can sell it for a higher price elsewhere. They’re not talking to us anymore, so we don’t know to who or for what price.”

“Does the Council know?”

“Yes, they’re all aware and say their working on it. Q five. Tea stocks are non-existent,” Moralis said.

“Okay. We’ll get by. We have no choice.”

“Later.”

The call ended.

Natalia looked at him.

“What was…“

“Later,” he said with raised eyebrows.

She knew his tone and didn’t ask any other questions. However, she knew Moralis had said something in code, but she didn’t know was ‘Q five’ meant.

At dinner, there was no sanguine tea.

“Am I going to go into withdrawal?” she said.

“No, but you might feel like you have the flu after a few days. Even at two months, Victoria is giving off some toxins that your body isn’t used to.”

Mag passed through from the kitchen heading to the front door. Natalia could tell she opened it before the person at the door had a chance to ring the bell.

Natalia only heard low whispered words, so she knew it was a Viperian. The door closed, and Mag came back carrying a gallon jug of black liquid.

“Sherri sent this,” Mag said.

“Sanguine tea?” Natalia said.

“Yes. It will get us through the rest of the week.”

Uri motioned Mag over to him. He took the jug and removed the cap. He took a sniff.

“Sanguine tea,” he said, then he poured some in a glass for Natalia. “We’ll have to send our thanks.”

“With her baby born, she doesn’t need any,” Mag said.

Uri handed her back the jug, and she left.

“That was nice of her,” Natalia said.

He frowned.

“She’s playing games,” he said.

Despite Uri kept saying Sherri was bad, Natalia wasn’t seeing it. Sherri had always shown her kindness, rescued her friend Lisa from the Church, and now the giving of needed sanguine tea. However, she had seen how scheming Sherri was.

That night, Uri listened to Victoria’s heart beat, then said goodnight to her in Viperian.

‘You can practice with her,’ Uri said, speaking Viperian.

‘I love that I can hear the words. The language is almost like listening to music with words.’

He cuddled up to her. She fell asleep fast, but it felt like only a short time later that she felt him rise. He didn’t head to the bathroom. She checked the clock. It was three am. She rose and headed to the secret quiet room in the closet. He was waiting for her and pulled her in, so he could shut the door.

Natalia waited without a word. A few moments later his phone lit up.

“Uri and Nattie here,” he said.

“Moralis here.”

“Grazie here.”

There was the sound of him yawning.

“You getting any sleep, Graz?” Moralis said.

“Don’t ask,” Grazie said.

“What are you finding, Moralis?” Uri said.

“The info we’re getting is that big tankers are hauling out the blood. They’re heading out of A’ppollo. We followed them to a processing plant that’s making it into a blood meal. A pig feed. But the feed is then getting loaded onto ships and heading overseas.”

“That should be a red flag,” Uri said. “The economics doesn’t sound right.”

“You don’t have to be an economist to see this. We can import blood meal from other sources pretty cheap. Almost as cheap as what we were buy the blood for,” Moralis said.

“Someone figured out we’re in need of that blood? So they’re striking us where it hurts?” Grazie said.

“You’re not going to wipe us out by eliminating sanguine tea. We can make it out of just about any blood byproduct, but cow’s blood is the best,” Moralis said. “I mean, we could even buy that blood meal and make sanguine tea. It removes a step in our own processing.”

“Well?” Uri said.

“We’re having a group contact that factory about buying their product. We’ll know more in a few days.”

“By the way, Sherri sent us a gallon of sanguine tea,” Uri said.

“I’m aware of that,” Grazie said. “That was her hand.”

“So what do we do in the meantime?” Uri said.

“We never rely on more than one source, but at the moment, it greatly limits production. I actually created the shortage. On paper that is. When I got wind of our blood supply dwindling, I started under reporting our supply. I’m suspecting other forces are at work here rather than some incidental market change.”

“So?” Uri said.