“The asshole in the alley. He called you Amber.”
She nodded, clearly accepting his answer.
“Why would your sister be here?”
“Someone told me she would.”
“Who?”
She shrugged, then casually glanced around. “A woman I ran into. Told me she knew her. Gave me this address.”
Ah, hell. She’d been lured here. Likely by a vampire who’d caught her scent and was hoping to sample a taste before the night was over. Or worse. Now that they knew there was a faction of vampires who’d stepped over to the dark side, it was possible she’d been drawn here to be handed off to Lucifer’s demons.
“Someone was fucking with you.”
Orianna frowned. “Why would they do that?”
He stepped to the side, motioned toward the room. “Perhaps they wanted to ravish you in the melee?”
Her gaze swung from him to a female currently aligning her fangs with a male’s carotid. She huffed a laugh. “Like I’d willingly participate in—”
From their position, there was no disguising what the vampire was doing.
When Orianna stepped closer to him, as though Eclipse would protect her from someone doing the same to her, a surge of adrenaline flooded his veins.
“What the hell is going on?” she whispered, turning her head to stare up at him.
“It’s a vampire club,” he told her, again aiming for transparency.
Those pretty eyes narrowed in disbelief. “Vampires? Seriously?”
Eclipse offered a slight shrug. “Look around,sezari. How else do you explain it?”
“Vampires don’t exist,” she argued, although she did turn her attention to the other patrons.
He allowed her a moment to take it all in, to witness firsthand the male currently feeding from a female, another with his hand thrust between a female’s thighs, her eyes closed, mouth open as she rode the waves of orgasm. But it seemed to be the two females in the corner who caught Orianna’s attention. Both were latched on to a male’s neck while he writhed and squirmed beneath their onslaught.
“Still think they don’t exist?” he asked, keeping his voice low.
“No,” she said, spinning to face him. “They do not.”
He shrugged again. “If you say so.”
“If you’re so damned convinced, prove it,” she insisted, taking a step closer.
Yep, danger was her middle name.
Eclipse studied hisamsouelotfor a moment, admiring the steel in her spine. Despite the fact she was a foot shorter than he, as well as at least a hundred and twenty pounds or so lighter, the female didn’t seem the least bit intimidated.
Figuring what the hell, he snagged the glass from her hand, set it on the table beside them. He took her hand and led her to the dance floor.
“How is this proving it?” she asked, staring up at him.
The music was loud, but the industrial screech and thump had nothing on the rapid beat of her heart pounding in his ears.
“Patience,” he muttered before taking her hand and tugging her in close.
When her arms wreathed his neck, they both inhaled sharply. The way her body fit against his was … well, it was fucking perfection, as though she’d been created only for him.
