"Are you still pissed off?" she murmured between kisses.
"A little," he admitted.
"Want me to help with that?" she whispered seductively.
He smiled, running his hands down her hips. "I could use a distraction."
"Me too," she admitted, letting her shields fall away.
She was exhausted and sore from patrolling tunnels all night. Her shoulders ached, but all she wanted was the feel of his lips and the touch of his skin.
"What are you waiting for?" she murmured.
Parker smiled, kissing her hard as his hands roamed under her jacket, slipping underneath her shirt to grip her breasts.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured against her skin, nipping at her earlobe.
"Mmm, you're not so bad yourself," she giggled.
Everything felt better when he was beside her. The stress of their work melted away as they clung to each other, lost in their own private world.
Deepa closed her eyes and gripped his shoulders, savoring the moment.
Before it came to an abrupt end.
The sickening whack of a bat was all Deepa heard before Parker was sent sprawling across the gravel.
She instinctively reached for her gun, but it wasn't there. The one second of hesitation was enough for the assailant to land a punch to her jaw.
Deepa staggered, falling backwards as stars flashed across her vision.
The figure was blurry and distorted as they kicked Deepa to the ground, landing several blows to her ribs, knocking the air from her lungs.
"Hey!" Parker cried, jumping to his feet and rushing towards the attacker, only to be knocked back down by two blond men who began to mercilessly beat the shit out of him.
"You're all the same," rumbled a deep voice, and Deepa looked up to see the man from the bar, a sadistic smile plastered across his lips. "Infection Control. Always so confident until you take your little jackets off."
He crouched down, gripping her face and pulling her close. His breath smelled of vodka, his nails digging into her skin.
"Let's see how you fare on the other side," he grinned, fangs flashing.
Deepa tried to scream, but it was already too late. The werewolf plunged his teeth into her neck, piercing the skin.
Deepa's entire world exploded into pain, her body seizing and spasming as her nerves were lit on fire. She could feel the infection surging through her veins, her organs twitching and shifting.
She watched in horror as another muscular blond man plunged his own teeth into Parker's neck.
"No!" Deepa gasped, reaching out to him. "Parker!"
The man who bit her pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"See you around," he said softly with a grin, indicating for the other men to join him.
They dashed into the darkness, leaving Deepa and Parker alone in the parking lot.
Deepa crawled towards him, her body trembling.
"Parker," she whimpered, gripping his hand. "Please."
