Too late. She swiveled around in her seat and the hard white light illuminated every feature of her face to the officers. Both men seemed to be looking more closely at her than they were the threatening-looking male standing outside her vehicle.
This wasn’t going to be good.
Razor focused his preternatural hearing on the two men inside the car.
“. . . thought you took care of things,” said the driver.
“I did take care of it, Hank.”
“Yeah?” The big guy, Hank, scowled from behind the windshield. “Then how the hell do you explain her?”
His partner stared at her, dumbstruck for a second, before his gaze collided with Razor’s smoldering glare. He let out a curse. “Holy shit. That motherfucker with her is Breed.”
Razor had heard enough. These two cops were dirty, and now they were about to be dead.
Right after they told him everything he needed to know about Laurel Townsend’s murder.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he said, then stalked forward to confront the officers.
The big guy got on the squad car’s bullhorn. “Stay right where you are, vampire. Put your hands up where we can see them. Now.”
Razor ignored the command. He kept walking toward them, even as Hank climbed out from behind the wheel with his weapon drawn.
Hank’s partner scrambled out of the passenger seat now, too.
Behind Razor, the Jeep’s engine revved hard, followed by the scream of its tires on the pavement as it rocketed out of his mental hold. He had to release it. Not only so he could focus on the bigger issue at hand, but because he didn’t want Laurel’s twin caught in any crossfire.
Because one way or another, things were about to get messy.
His fangs came out as Hank’s partner began firing on the Jeep. Razor leapt across the distance, too fast for either human to track him. He brought the cop down to the ground, twisting the man’s skull in his hands. He left the corpse on the ground and swung to face the other cop.
Gunfire blasted, one round after another until Hank had emptied his service weapon. Razor had eluded most of the shots, but he looked down at his arm and noticed one round had clipped him in the bicep.
He sneered, baring his enormous fangs at the human. “Now, all you’ve done is piss me off even more.”
Hank’s face drained of all color. He scrabbled for a second gun on his other hip, but there wasn’t any time for that. Razor was on him in less than a heartbeat, his fangs ripping into the man’s fleshy throat.
Part of him wanted to make these deaths protracted and painful—small payback for what had been done to Laurel Townsend—but he’d already risked too much. Attacking them in the open, even under the slim cover of twilight, had been a reckless move. He wasn’t worried about himself, but for what two dead local cops would mean for Laurel’s sister.
He had to get to her.
Although she hadn’t been the intended target of the fire on the mountain, he may have put her life in jeopardy now just through association with him. Any one of the people who saw them stopped together at the bottom of the pass could possibly ID them as persons of interest in the deaths of Hank and his partner.
Which meant Razor had to get the hell out of town fast—and he was taking Laurel’s sister with him.
Stepping past the dead human, Razor summoned his Breed genetics and sped into the wooded terrain on foot. He could hear the Jeep’s engine a few miles ahead of him on the pass as Laurel’s sister continued her climb up toward the cabin.
The red glow of her taillights cut through the tree trunks as Razor veered up a jagged incline, hoping to head her off before she reached the site of the carnage.
She got there only a moment sooner than him. With barely enough time to put the vehicle into park, she jumped out from behind the wheel of the idling vehicle and started racing toward the cabin site.
Razor grabbed her from behind, locking his arms around her and physically holding her back from the carnage. She screamed. Started fighting like hell to break loose.
“It’s okay,” he growled beside her ear. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“How did you— The cops—”
“They were bad men,” he said. “They’re not going to hurt anyone else now.”
