Corry had betrayed me. Somewhere between drinking my blood and finger-fucking me up against the gas pump, he’d texted Vincent to come get me.
In hindsight, I’m glad he did it. I doubt I’d still be alive if he’d let me go.
Still. Reliving that moment stirred up mixed emotions. Corry’s subtle warmth against the ice-cold rain was comforting and familiar, even if it hadn’t been on the night this had all played out.
But any moment, a Rolls-Royce was going to come tearing into the gas station.
I wasn’t ready to see Vincent Feral's face again.
Why in the hell was Eros showing me this? He was supposed to be fucking my brains out, not rehashing memories that felt like ancient freaking history.
The second the question rose to mind, bright headlights from the highway turned sharply into the gas station parking lot, blinding me as the car came to a skidding halt just beyond the veil of fluorescent light illuminating the gas pumps.
Coils of apprehension wound through my gut. Any minute, Vincent would appear. I couldn’t relive that moment in his car when he’d shown me the first glimpse of a heart in that cold chest of his.
But this car wasn’t Vin’s Rolls Royce. Instead, I found myself looking at a black vintage muscle car, one I faintly remember seeing in the coven’s hangar.
A second later, the door swung open, and Eros stepped out.
He was dressed in his usual fair—black military-style boots, camo pants with bulky pockets that probably held a small arsenal of weapons and tools, and a dark black shirt with the sleeves torn off, showing off his powerful biceps.
His blond hair had been recently shaved on the sides, with the longer portion in the middle tied back in a bun. His facial piercings gleamed through the rain as his eyes locked with mine.
I sucked in a gasp, my knees going weak at the dark amusement shadowing his gaze.
Corry took a step back, his surprise palpable in the night air. He swiped the blood from his chin with the brush of his thumb, glaring suspiciously over his knuckles. “What in the fuck are you doing here, Deathwish?”
“I’m here to take the princess off your hands. If Thorn has his men out looking for her, we need to keep her safe. We agreed on that in the group text.”
“Yeah. We also agreed Vin was gonna come get her. You’re supposed to be out tracking down the one that got away.”
The older vampire shrugged, his lips slowly curving into a smug grin. “Change of plans.”
Bloody hell. Eros was dreaming of a different version of this night. One where he’d come for me and not Vincent.
The thing was, if this had really happened, we would have been enemies. All I’d heard about him up until that point was what I’d been told. That he was a twisted monster, and he’d hurt me if I got too close. Funny thing was, all that was true. If only we’d known how much I’d like that.
When I asked the sadist to show me his darkest fantasies, I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting. Not this. Where was he going to take this?
My thighs clenched, still sticky from the blood dripping down them where Corry had bitten me. And an electric thrill of excitement lanced through me. I had a feeling I was going to like this dark game we were playing.
Anticipation had my knees wobbling as the monster killer strode toward me with terrifying purposes glinting in his eyes.
“I’m taking her.”
Corry tensed behind me. His hands went to my hips, holding me in place against him. “Taking her where?”
“Disneyland, asshole. Where do you fucking think?”
“Hell no. You’re not taking her to that creepy slaughterhouse you keep, bro.”
Slaughterhouse? What was he talking about?
“If Erik Thorn has his trash coven out looking for the princess, we have to keep her somewhere safe.”
“Yeah. Likehome.”
“I’m not letting her anywhere near Feral,” Eros sneered. “Why in the fuck do you trust that hybrid with her more than me? I’m not the one that feeds on pain.”
