“That sounds like Roland,” Beckham said bitterly. “And he’s with Harrington? Do you know where they are?”
“Ugh, Beckham, I don’t know. I try to stay out of the crossfire. That’s an easy way to get shot.” She spat the last word as if the very thought of getting shot was a trigger. “Let’s talk about something else. Oh, I know.” She clapped her hands together twice. “Do you want a treat?”
Before Beckham could answer, Reyna heard footsteps approaching from the direction they had entered. Reyna slipped deeper into the shadows of the office and angled her camera to follow the person. It was a man, probably a couple years younger than Reyna with pale skin and blond hair. He was pretty and distinguished in black slacks and an open-collar shirt.
He stepped into the room. “You called?”
Penelope giggled. “Beckham, this is my Permanent, Lance.”
Beckham’s face was passive, but rage simmered under the surface. “You bought into the system?”
“As if I had a choice,” Penelope said. “Anyway, he’s O negative like us. You can have a taste if you like.”
“I’m not hungry,” Beckham said casually.
“I don’t mind,” Lance said.
Beckham held his hand up before Lance could step toward him. The boy was smart enough not to push the subject.
“Don’t be a spoilsport, Beckham,” Penelope said.
“Miss Sky?” Lance said.
“What is it?”
“I wish to be polite to your guests. Should we offer some to the girl in your office as well?”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Shit, shit, shit.
He’d seen her. There was nowhere to go and nothing to do about this. She was totally fucking screwed. There was no way she could outrun a vampire. The only thing she could do was face what was about to happen.
She took a deep breath and exited the office, holding the phone close to her leg as it continued to record. Beckham had said stay in place, but they didn’t have a contingency plan for Penelope realizing that she was there. And by the look on Penelope’s face, she wasn’t too pleased to see her. Considering the last time they’d been together Reyna had shot her, she didn’t blame her. There was no love lost on her part either.
“Hey, Penny,” Reyna said with confidence she didn’t feel.
Anytime she’d been around really pissed-off vampires, things hadn’t gone her way.
“You broughther?” Penelope asked, glaring at Beckham.
He released a breath. Decision made. “Yes. She’s mine. So step away from her.”
His stance shifted into predatory and he moved in a circle around Penelope, analyzing her like the threat she most definitely was.
“She’syours,” Penelope spat. “I cannot believe I fell for your bullshit. You came here under false pretenses.”
“As if you have no ulterior motives.”
“Right now I’m thinking about having my first kill,” she snapped at him.
“If you touch her, it will be the last thing you do.”
“And just think you’d die in that hideous robe,” Reyna said with an unapologetic shrug.
Penelope’s eyes were fire. “God, I hate you.”
“Feeling’s mutual.”
