“Yea,” he says, inhaling my scent again.
It makes me nervous when he does that, because judging by the massive boner that is pressing into my backside, I know my smell is driving him wild. Is he torturing himself?
“I think you can leave now, Jordan. She’s not going with you.”
A second later, several other vampires run and stand behind Jordan. “See. I think she is.”
“I don’t think I am,” I chime.
Jordan’s eyes fall on me with only a hint of amusement. I can’t help but imagine he’s thinking about all the horrific things he’s going to do to me.
There are six vampires in front of us, and I’ve only heard two voices behind us. And I don’t think they are vampires. Odds seem to have reverted back to Douche McDouche in front of me, although I’m fairly certain Emmett could take on several of them on his own.
“Isn’t she cute?” Jordan asks.
“Fuck off asshat.”
“With a mouth too. I love the ones with spark. More fight, harder to break.”
“I don’t know. She seems like she may be a little too much for you to handle,” Emmett says, his fingers brushing my arm affectionately.
“I love a challenge.”
“A challenge is what you’re going to have if you and your little posse want to go up against us,” another man from behind Emmett chimes, stepping into view.
Fuck. He’s hot. He’s equally as tall as Emmett, his muscles are pressing against the seams of his suit jacket and the confidence he’s exuding. It’s enough to melt your panties.
“Jax. You’re a werewolf without a wolf. You don’t scare me.”
“He’s inside and he’d love to play with you.”
“Did he tell you that?”
Judging by the tone of his voice, I can tell he’s trying to taunt Jax, to get under his skin.
“Enough,” the voice from earlier booms again. He steps up and stands on the other side of Emmett. When he glances at me, I recognize the blue eyes almost immediately. The man from the club last night.
A second later, another body is moving up on the other side between Emmett and Jax. He glances at me and gives me a wink.
Knox.
My muscles relax, but only for a second. What are they doing here? Why did they come find me? Do they work for Samara too? I guess they do, since they work at her club.
Shit.
But the wink. Knox winked at me. Would you wink at someone you were going to trade over? Perhaps if it was all part of your plan to deceive and manipulate.
We don’t know each other. Sure, we shared several… intimate moments on the stage last night and he made me feel things I wasn’t sure I could feel, but… no! No, we don’t know each other and if push came to shove, he’d turn me over faster than a burning pancake.
“You think you four misfits can take on us six?”
“You’re young. And if I had to guess, you turned all the guys behind you, which means they’re even younger. We are not. We have time on our side. Skill. Power. All things you think you possess, but do not. Not to mention we have her.”
He’s looking at me. I know he is because there’s no other her in this room. I am it. I am the her. Usually, I’d be fine tooting my horn, but right now, no. Right now, I have no horn to toot. I am a hornless her. Am I going to advertise I seem to have misplaced the temporary power I had last night? No. But they also don’t need to rely on me, or count me in. In fact, count me out, coach. Not it. Time out. New number, who dis? Yea. I’m not the one they need to be looking at.
Jordan continues to look at us, his eyes scanning back and forth, calculating in his little pea-sized brain if he thinks they can take us. His shoulders slump and I see his resolve fading. He’s giving up.
“Come on, guys,” Jordan turns and bats his hand.
