I turned my attention to Karson. “I’m coming with you.”
“You are not.”
“I am. We can track her.”
“You offer me services for which you are unequipped to deal with.”
He was right, I had no clue how to track. I thought of BJ, but he wasn’t here, and without having something Leah owned, he couldn’t track her either. “I can call Dahlia. She’s bound to know someone who can help.”
Monique returned. “Sarah was seen again last night in Cannes. I doubt it’s her.”
Michael frowned. “Which begs the question of who turned her.”
Monique pinched her nose with her fingers, perplexed. “It could be a simple accident. Someone may have fed off her and left her for dead, and she’s somehow managed to turn.”
“Possible,” Michael agreed, “though highly unusual.”
“Do not call Dahlia,” Karson said. “The last thing we want is for the witches to know a crazed vampire is on the loose. Theywill use that as an excuse to hunt. And please, go upstairs and wash your finger.”
I flicked my eyes to the cut. Like all tiny nicks, it bled like I had chopped half a finger off, seeping through the end of the plaster. That explained Monique pinching her nose and the hanky Michael handed me.
I slipped the hanky into my pocket and held my finger up. “What, this little thing?” I stepped toward him and waved it near his nose. “Surely, such a big, powerful vampire could not be tempted by such a tiny finger.”
Michael smiled. “I will make a few calls,” and he was gone. Monique muttered something under her breath and followed after him.
Karson grabbed my hand, pulled it down away from his nose, and threw me his best death stare, but his eyes sparkled.
I stood on tiptoes and kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’ll get changed and then we’ll go together. I can just go to the house, and you can bring me home before you go looking for her. You won’t go hunting until the night falls anyway, right?”
He said nothing, but I could see him weighing it up in his head. I took his non-response for a yes. “I need to get out of here sometimes.”
“You seemed to have no trouble with that last night.”
It was best not to let him dwell on that particular escape maneuver, or he would say no. I kissed his lips again, allowing them to linger, and I pressed my chest against him. He placed his hands around my waist and pulled me in closer. The light danced to the forefront of his eyes and captivated me. “You would use your sexual prowess to bribe your way to your desires?”
I grinned. “It’s not like it’s an unpleasant experience for me.”
“You will be disenchanted to know, then, that such reckless indiscretions have little effect on me.”
“Really?” I said, moving my lips to his neck and brushing kisses up his throat and along his jaw line as I pressed my hips against him. His hard groin swelled against my stomach and my blood heated, my whole body crying out for more.
“Certain areas of your anatomy,” I whispered into his ear, “tell of a very different story.”
“Unlike your human male counterparts, however,” he crooned, his breath cascading over my neck, sending my skin into a pole dance, “my actions are guided by my head and not my anatomy.”
It took every effort to step back when all I wanted to do was step in. I placed my hands on my hips. “Fine, but I’m still coming with you.”
He ran his eyes over me, looking as though he was restraining laughter. It struck me in the same way a stunning sunset did—how utterly captivating he was. “I dream of coming with you every night.”
I laughed. “You know you’re the only one who can make your dreams a reality.”
In less than a heartbeat, his body was against mine again, his arm cradling my back, his lips on my neck. Stars exploded under my skin and traveled down to my groin, dampening my core. He murmured, “I want to carry you to the bedroom, kick down the door, lay you on the bed and bury my cock inside you until you are screaming my name. But …” he breathed. “Later. First, we have a vampire to find.”
Fucking vampires. They were both the bane of my existence and the reason my heart finally felt joy again.
Chapter 19
Children Of Vampires
