“I’d choose you. I’d choose you every single time.”
Lucy
“I knewyou’d make good bait.”
The not so dulcet tones of my uncle come from behind the door. I look up at Dominik.
“I am not bait.”
“I would say you make very pretty, very edible bait,” he rasps, fangs extending as he licks his lips. “If you’re bait, do I get to taste the merchandise?”
He dips his head and scrapes his fangs up my neck, over the area where he marked me, and it makes my body turn to jelly.
“Only if you do it in front of my uncle.”
“Kinky,” he growls against my skin, his tongue lapping over his bite. “I like it.”
He releases me, one hand still resting on my stomach as his heated gaze trails over me.
“Did he hurt you?” he asks, jaw tight.
“Damek? No.”
“And your uncle?”
“Not this time.”
“But he has before?”
I nod, my throat tight, my insides doing a fandango because adrenaline is coursing through me.
“Right,” Dominik says. “It’s time to end this.”
I grab his hand. “He staked you. What makes you think he won’t do something worse? I can’t lose you.”
“He can’t win. I won’t let him.”
“He’ll want to win at any cost.” I’m shaking. I can hear it in my voice.
“Van Helsing had his chance to end me, and you only get one of those with a Király,” Dominik growls. “If he thinks he can take my mate, if he thinks he can keep her from me because she isbait”—he balls up his fists—“he is wrong.”
“He will use everything he has to end you.” I keep hold of Dominik’s hand as he pushes at the door. “Including me.”
“You would be the only reason I would finally let the reaper take me,” he says with a flash of his fangs. “I would go to dust happy because you and I were one.” He returns his hand to my belly. “But given I have a family to provide for, I am not going to my end just yet.”
“Yes, but…”
Dominik holds up the assault rifle. “Do you know anything about this?” he queries. “I found it at the bottom of the stairs.”
Something crackles beneath his ruined suit jacket. Dominik presses against his ear and says something in Hungarian.
“It would appear these are all over the place, like presents for my guards.” He raises his eyebrows at me. “From a recent shipment which went missing by all accounts. You know anything about it?”
“Damek,” I say. “He must have left them.”
“And why would my brother suddenly be helpful?”
“He doesn’t want to open the vault, Dominik. He wants to find his mate,” I respond. “Perhaps this is his strange way of proving what he is.”
