Dawn Caravan: Elemental Legacy Book Four (Elemental Legacy Novels 4)
After this night, dawn can’t come fast enough.
Dawn Caravan
For Ben Vecchio, everything has changed. His eyes. His diet. His new aversion to sunlight. But after a long sojourn in China, Ben realizes that the world he left behind hasn’t changed as much as he feared. He wants to leave his old life in the past, there’s one job remaining that just won’t leave him alone.
Radu’s mystery is too interesting—and too profitable—to ignore. The problem? Taking on this commission puts Ben in the path of his old partner, the one woman he’s spent years avoiding.
Tenzin has been following Ben at a distance, hoping his ire might wane, but when he heads to Romania, her patience runs out. Ben is a new power in their world, and more than one vampire will be eager to test him.
Ben and Tenzin need to work together if they want to find the truth behind Radu, his mysterious clan, and the treasure at the heart of the Dawn Caravan. One last job, then it’s finished between them.
Right?
Dawn Caravan is the fourth book in the Elemental Legacy, a paranormal mystery series by USA Today bestselling author, Elizabeth Hunter.
Praise for Elizabeth Hunter
Ms. Hunter delivers. Every. Single. Time. I have the majority of her books and I am in awe of every book that she has penned and every book she has brought to life and here it is no different.
Kate’s Corner
…amazing, satisfying, endlessly entertaining read.
Norma, Goodreads reviewer
[Hunter] writes mysteries that, beyond vampires and elemental powers, capture a human truth brought into perfect focus not despite the paranormal elements but because of them.
Kendrai Meeks, bestselling author of the Red Hood Chronicles
While the treasure hunt is very entertaining, it's the emotions between these two, what's being said and left unsaid that is very powerful. ...this is Elizabeth Hunter at her best.
Nocturnal Book Reviews
This book does not skimp on the excitement and intrigue, nor does it skimp on any of the sweetness and tenderness and joy that I have come to expect from an Elizabeth Hunter novel. I absolutely could not put it down.
Ebeth, Goodreads reviewer
Dawn Caravan
An Elemental Legacy Novel
Elizabeth Hunter
Dawn Caravan
Copyright © 2020
Elizabeth Hunter
ISBN: 978-1-941674-56-7
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Contents
Character Guide
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Epilogue
The Elemental Legacy Series
The Glimmer Lake Series
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by Elizabeth Hunter
Character Guide
Arosh—fire vampire, age and origin unknown, ancient king in Eastern Europe/Central Asia, sits on Council of the Ancients, consort of Saba, former rival of Zhang Guo
Beatrice De Novo—water vampire, sired in last ten years, librarian and scribe of Penglai Island, resident of Los Angeles, blood-mate of Giovanni Vecchio, Ben’s adopted aunt
Benjamin Vecchio—vampire, newly turned, born in New York City, antiquities dealer, antiquities locator, adopted nephew of Giovanni Vecchio, sired by Zhang Guo
Brigid Connor—fire vampire, sired in last ten years, security consultant for vampire in charge of Dublin, blood-mate of Carwyn ap Bryn
Carwyn ap Bryn—earth vampire from North Wales, one thousand years old, former priest in the Roman Catholic Church, leader of Bryn clan, blood-mate of Brigid Connor
Cheng—water vampire, born late eighteenth century in Guangdong, current governor of Shanghai, entrepreneur, former pirate, Kadek’s sire
Chloe Reardon—human, midtwenties, born in Los Angeles, dancer, romantic partner of Gavin Wallace
Emil Conti—water vampire, born second century BC in Rome, governor of Rome, sire of Ronan
Fabia—human, Ben’s childhood friend and day assistant in Rome, keeper of the Vecchio household in Rome
Filomena—water vampire, born in Naples, age unknown, governor of Naples
Gavin Wallace—wind vampire, born in Scotland, age unknown, entrepreneur, currently based in New York City, romantic partner of Chloe Reardon
Giovanni Vecchio—fire vampire, over five hundred years old, born in rural Tuscany, former assassin and partner of Tenzin, rare books and manuscripts dealer
Johari—earth vampire (formerly a water vampire), born in Zanzibar, daughter of Saba
Kato—water vampire, born in Greece, age unknown, sits on Council of the Ancients, grandsire of Giovanni Vecchio
Kamvasa—a moving safe house run in Eastern Europe by the Poshani people, also known as the Dawn Caravan
Kezia—wind vampire, terrin of the Poshani, sister of Radu and Vano, acolyte of Kali and vampire in charge of the Hungarian Poshani
Penglai Island—immortal island in Bohai Sea, seat of the Eight Immortals, largest seat of power in Eastern Asia
Poshani—a branch of the greater Romani people consisting of both vampires and humans ruled by three terrin, the keepers and guardians of the Kamvasa
Radu—wind vampire, terrin of the Poshani, brother of Kezia and Vano, client of Ben Vecchio
René Du Pont—earth vampire of the clan of Carwyn ap Bryn, over three hundred years old, thief
Saba—earth vampire, born in Ethiopia, age unknown, eldest know
n immortal, “mother of vampires,” current queen of Alitea, Johari’s sire
Sadia—human, adopted daughter of Giovanni Vecchio and Beatrice De Novo, sister of Ben, gelato critic, very high jumper
Tai—wind vampire, age and origin unknown, son of deceased Zhongli Quan, current servant of Zhang Guo
Tenzin—wind vampire, born approximately five thousand years ago in Central Asia, former assassin, former mercenary, former military commander, daughter of Zhang Guo
Vano—wind vampire, terrin of the Poshani people, brother to Kezia and Radu
Zhang Guo—wind vampire, born over five thousand years ago in Central Asia, eldest of the Eight Immortal Elders of Penglai Island, Tenzin’s sire
Prologue
Ben woke in pitch darkness.
He smelled vinyl and leather.
Pine and the scent of fresh water nearby.
Fresh blood.
He touched his head, but the blow at the base of his skull had already healed itself. Scattered memories of jostling in a vehicle and heavy, unfamiliar accents. Flashing lights and the sound of truck engines revving.
He stretched out, searching for anything familiar. On his right was a ledge of some kind. He reached over. He was on a bed and there was a wall next to him, but it felt hollow. False. He slapped the wall and felt the edge of a familiar plastic fixture. It was the flat paddle of a light switch.
He pushed it and a small lamp turned on next to him, nearly blinding him with its low light.
In the newly lit compartment, Ben looked around.
Bed.
Small kitchen.
Square cupboards and plastic-covered bookshelves lined the walls. Was he on a plane? No, it was silent. He stood motionless and allowed the fear and panic to rise up so he could examine them clearly.
He took a deep breath and put his hands on the wall again.
Space. Some kind of insulation was packed behind the surface, but beyond that there was vast openness just on the other side. He reached up and felt the low ceiling. He felt the other wall and sensed the same.
In every direction, he was surrounded by air.
His panic began to calm. Just beyond these thin walls, his element waited for him. He could escape anytime.
A simple door stood at the end of the compartment, and as he walked toward it, he felt the floor swaying beneath him. It creaked and bounced.
What was this place? A mobile home? It was too small. A parked bus? Ben cracked the door slowly, reaching his amnis outward to sense any threats, but he was met by one single familiar energy signature a short distance away.
He pushed the door open and saw Radu standing alone on a hill under the swiftly darkening sky. The sun had set in the distance, and a lone Romani wagon was next to him, parked at the end of a cracked asphalt road where Ben realized his caravan had come to rest. That was the compartment where he’d woken, not a mobile home but a travel bus.
Radu turned and smiled ruefully. “I apologize, Ben Vecchio. This was not how I wanted to introduce you to the Dawn Caravan, but you left me no other options.”
1
Kashgar
Four weeks earlier
A wood fire burned in the center of the courtyard, lighting the old stone house and the cobblestones that surrounded it, casting shadows on the brightly painted walls and throwing sparks into the cold night air. From the recessed loggia surrounding the central courtyard, vampires and humans lounged in the shadows. Some were feeding. Some were playing games of chance or discussing business matters.
Kashgar lived in the no-man’s-land between the iron rule of the Eight Immortals of Penglai Island in the east and the authority of Arosh the Fire King in the west. It attracted those who wanted to remain anonymous and those looking to escape immortal authority.
Ben Vecchio was both.
That night he wasn’t paying attention to the fire or the vampires around it. From his corner in the old house in Kashgar, he watched the woman on the far side of the courtyard.
Watched her as she watched him.
She could have been European or Central Asian. Her looks were ambiguous. Her eyes were large and dark. A crown of wild black curls surrounded a typically pale vampire face.
She clearly had some kind of status because behind her stood a guard who watched the courtyard with restless eyes. His hair was light brown and clipped short. He wore a plain black shirt and black pants. His height was average. His looks were average. Nothing about him stood out, but Ben’s sharp gaze noticed every detail.
“Your tea, sir.” A server set a pot in front of him, a glass vessel resting over a single flame. Saffron floated on the surface, its red petals bleeding gold into the simmering water.
The woman’s lips were full and red, and she watched him from afar with unveiled interest. Ben suspected she’d fed recently based on the flush in her pale cheeks and her lip color.
Thinking about the woman feeding made his empty stomach twinge. He poured a glass of tea and concentrated on pushing the feeling down. He was two years immortal, and blood-hunger pangs could still drive him to distraction. It was his greatest weakness and his greatest challenge. Vampire hunger wasn’t comparable to human hunger—or at least no hunger he’d known as a mortal. It was urgent and all consuming.
Ben hadn’t fed in three nights, and he was starting to feel it. He’d been pushing himself, trying to stretch his control.
“Do not become slave to your physical needs.” It was a constant refrain from his sire. “If you are slave to your physical needs, others will be master of you.”
Of course, Ben also remembered the simple advice his sire’s most loyal servant had given him. “Don’t push your luck,” Tai had said. “Vampire mistakes are messy.”
That night he felt Tai’s wisdom in his bones, but the woman wouldn’t take her eyes off him. It was hard to think about leaving the protected walls of the vampire safe house in the old city to hunt when he wasn’t sure if he would be followed.
“Sir, would you like anything else to drink tonight?” The servant would have been near silent to human ears, but Ben wasn’t human anymore.
Anything to drink? Ben scanned the compound. Several humans roamed around, the blood-red collar they wore a testament to their willingness to feed vampire guests. He wouldn’t need to leave the compound to feed unless he wanted to, not with so many donors present.
It wasn’t a hardship. There were women and men willing to offer their necks, especially when they were paid well. Many humans enjoyed the sensation of a vampire bite, which could range from excruciating to intoxicating.
Ben had spent the previous year learning how to feed with the least emotional transfer possible. He didn’t want his reactions leaking into random humans who fed him; it wouldn’t be fair to subject unsuspecting humans to his roller coaster of feelings. He might have gained control over his bloodlust, but his emotional highs and lows were enough to give even the steadiest human whiplash.
Most nights Ben felt like he existed in the world akin to an exposed nerve. He careened from ecstatic to angry to sullen in the space of an hour. Flying made him happy. Missing the sun made him angry. Silence gave him peace.
His stomach twisted, the server waited, and the mysterious vampire was still staring.
Saffron tea wasn’t going to sate him.
Ben pointed his chin in the direction of a woman on the far side of the courtyard. “Her.”
“Very well. I’ll send Mer—”
“Don’t need to know her name.” He glanced at the server. “Just send her over.”
“Yes, sir.”
Yes, sir.
No, sir.
It will only be a moment, sir.
Right away, sir.
My greatest apologies, sir.
Ben supposed there were immortals who reveled in the deference, but it made his skin crawl.
I was just like you. He felt like shouting it. I’m a nobody. A poor bastard who fell into the immortal world, constantly in debt to beings greate
r than myself.
In debt to his adoptive uncle, Giovanni Vecchio, an immortal who plucked him off the street when Ben was twelve and gave him an education and a future. In debt to his Aunt Beatrice, a vampire who made sure he felt as loved as any natural child.
In debt to an immortal family who taught him how to protect himself and an ancient vampire who gave him vision.