Holy vampire hunter.What was this magic?
Dizziness washed over me then and he pulled back, licking the spot he had bitten with his tongue, sending chills down my spine.
Whatever spell he’d held over me broke in that moment, and cold ice water flushed through my veins as I instantly sobered.
I let a demon feed off me…
God forgive me.
I sat back, hand flying to my neck as I met his gaze in shock.
We were both wearing a look that said,What the heck was that?Which told me that wasn’t a normal feeding session for him.
His eyes were alight, copper threaded with gold; he looked more alive than ever. I peered down at his abdomen, gasping as the skin knitted together supernaturally, covering the wound.
‘That was weird. I felt her emotions,’he said. But his mouth didn’t move…
I jumped up, stumbling backward, and tripped over the coffee table, falling on my ass.
What the hell!
His eyes went wide.
‘Can you hear me?’His voice … inside my head. No mouth moving.
“No.” I put my hand out. “No. No. No. Whatever demon magic this is—NO WAY.”
“Oh shit.” Luka looked at me differently then, like he was … scared of me, or this, whatever this was.
I needed to get out of here. I’d saved his life and now we were even. I needed to scram and pretend this never happened.
Bolting upright, I ran to the door in long strides. My purse sat on an entryway table along with my busted-up watch. Grabbing everything in my hands, I yanked open the front door.
He called out: “Wait, we have to talk about th—”
I slammed the door behind me and ran.
I was in a stairwell, taking them down two at a time as my thoughts raced a mile a minute. Vampires didn’t have mind speaking powers … or as far as I knew they didn’t. Maybe because he was royal he did. But why the heck did I have them with him? A whimper left my throat.
My hands shook as I reached the metal EXIT door. Kicking it open, I burst outside and spun, taking stock of my surroundings.
I recognized where I was immediately. This was a seedy part of town, probably his hidden bolthole his family never knew about. Slipping my purse over my shoulder, I powered up my phone and started to walk in the general direction of the society. We had smaller safe houses for emergencies, but I didn’t want to go there. I need to talk to Liv first. She picked up on the first ring.
“Where in the name of all things holy are you? I’ve been freaking out,” she screamed, and I yanked the phone away from my ear to avoid going deaf.
“I’m safe. Come meet me at the ice cream place.” Code. “Tell Maz I’ll get her proof the job was done.”
Without the head, Maz only paid us fifty percent of the bounty, because it could be fake and she’d been scammed by a few hunters in the past who weren’t actually killing. In our hunting career, we were allowed three blood evidence cases, and so this would be my first. Ever since then, she put the incinerator in her office and required the head. I just hoped all of this blood on me was actually Luka’s.
Liv knew better than to ask any more questions, not after I used our ice cream place code. It was the most severe of codes we had.
WW3. Nuclear. Ride or freaking die.
“On my way,” she said, and the line went dead.
I jumped in an Uber going west and pulled out my phone as the driver looked at me wide-eyed. I’d forgotten I was covered in blood.
“I’m a model. Just got off a crazy zombie shoot,” I told the guy gripping the wheel with white knuckles. He relaxed a little after that, but only a little.
