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Zane grunted and headed for the big, blond guy-the guy from Night Watch. The shifter who’d gone into the fire with them. The guy stood next to a green pickup truck, his arms crossed over his chest.
“It’s not as easy to slip out of a police station as it is to slip into one,” Zane said and opened the passenger side door.
Jana jumped in as the blond hurried around the truck and opened the driver’s side door. She had to ask, “How did you know we—”
“Tony called. He said you needed a ride. ” The shifter fired up the engine. “Lucky for you, I was in the neighborhood. ”
It’s not the first time we’ve played this game. Huh. The cop really had been helping them.
Zane crowded in on the other side and she was squeezed between the two big, masculine frames. The blond hit the gas and the truck sped forward. “Got orders from Pak to take you to a safe house. He wants you to stay there until we can get this shit straightened out. ”
“How many dead, Jude?” Zane demanded.
Jana licked her lips.
“Five total,” the guy-Jude-said. “You got the rest out. ”
Five people. Why had they died? To teach her a lesson? Her hands fisted and her nails bit into her palms. She’d make sure the bastards paid for this.
“They knew we were coming, Jude,” Zane said and his arm rubbed against hers. Hell, his whole body rubbed against hers. That strong thigh was pressed to her leg.
“They probably tapped the line,” Jana forced herself to say what she suspected.
Jude grunted. “Maybe. Pak’s doing a housecleaning. There’s no way that fire should have started, not with our security systems in place. ”
A housecleaning?
Jude turned a hard left, and the truck drove down a long, narrow road. “Lady, if you’re such a badass, why’d you go running into the fire?”
She lifted the cuffs. “I didn’t exactly have much choice. ”
Zane’s finger touched the edge of her mouth, and she realized that the right side of her lip had hitched up.
Lie.
She swallowed.
Zane edged closer to her. His breath feathered over her ear when he said, “As soon as I get you alone, you’re telling me everything. Everything. ”
But he wouldn’t want to hear her secrets, and she didn’t want to tell them. Sometimes, she liked to forget who she was, and what she’d done.
“They made it personal,” he said, the words dark and deadly and a shiver slipped over her. “They came after my people, and they’re damn well going to pay. ”
She turned and met his stare. Black, not green. The demon was out to play. “I tell you, and then you let me go?”
He’d broken her out of jail. That had to mean something, didn’t it?
He held her stare. His expression never changed. “Of course. ”
And this time, she was the one who knew: lie.
“Where the hell are they?”
Antonio cracked open one eye at the screeching voice. He was flat on the floor, and his jaw ached like a bitch.
He’d also spent the last five minutes pretending to be out cold. Like Zane could really take me with one punch. The guy thought he had a fist of steel-not so much. Especially not since Zane had a tendency to pull his punches with friends.
Antonio let a moan break from his lips, and he made a show of pushing himself off the floor. “Wh-what…” He shook his head. “What happened?” Did he sound weak enough? Maybe.
He squinted and allowed his gaze to drift around the room. He saw the shoes first. Two-inch black heels. Long legs. His gaze rose. A woman stood in the doorway of the interrogation room. Her dark blond hair was pulled back at her nape. Her green eyes glittered-oh, yeah, a lot of rage there.
A man was behind her, tall, balding, and peering over her shoulder.
“Who are you?” Antonio asked as he rose to his feet. He shifted his jaw. Zane hadn’t pulled the punch that much. “What the-where the hell are the prisoners?”
The woman shook her head. “You expect me to believe this bull?”
He stumbled and his legs rammed into the thick table.
A badge was slapped onto the table. “FBI Special Agent Kelly Thomas. ” Her red nails tapped the badge. “I’m here to pick up your prisoner, Jana Carter. ” She paused a beat. “And you’d better tell me that Ms. Carter is just down the hall, getting fingerprinted. ”
“I … don’t remember…. Something hit me…. ”
She swore and spun around, colliding with the guy. “They’re gone! Christ, we’ve got to call headquarters. ”
The guy jerked out his phone and began punching numbers.
She tossed a hard glare back at Antonio. “Captain Young, you’ve made a serious mistake. ” “Mistake? Lady, I was assaulted!”
Her lips curled in disgust. “You think I don’t know about you? You chose the wrong side. ”
His shoulders straightened. “And what side would that be?”
She snatched back her badge. “The side with the freaks. You want to screw with them, that’s your mistake. ” Screw with them?
“It’s a mistake that I’ll make sure you regret,” she promised.
He waited until the lady and her partner stormed out, then he took out his phone. Two seconds later, he’d connected to the most powerful man in Baton Rouge. “Hey, Pak. I got a name for you. Kelly Thomas. ” He listened a moment and then said, “You were right, she came for the Ignitor. ”
The FBI agent would realize soon enough … he never did a damn thing that he regretted. Could she say the same thing?
They were dropped off in the swamp and left at a cabin that lurked on the edge of darkness. Another cabin. Only this one looked much better than their last shelter.
“Your place?” Zane asked Jude when he climbed out of the truck. “Does Erin know about this?” Jana followed him around the front of the truck. Who was Erin? Another hunter?
“Uh …” Jude blinked slowly. “Are you asking if the assistant district attorney knows that I just aided and abetted an escape from the Baton Rouge Police Department?”
“Yeah. ”
Jude tossed him a set of keys. “Sure she does. The woman knows everything I do. ”
Zane’s fingers curled around the keys. “Thanks, man. ”
A wide smile, one that flashed with lots of sharp, white teeth, stretched Jude’s mouth. “Now we’re even, demon. ”
Until next time.
“A motorcycle is around back, with helmets. If you two need to make a quick exit … well, just watch your asses. ” “Will do. ”
“Lay low, Zane. At least until we figure out who we’re up against. ”
Jana felt Zane’s stare shift to her. “Don’t worry. We’ll be figuring out this game very soon. ”
He thought she’d tell him. He wanted all the dirty little secrets, and he deserved to know.
She just … didn’t want him to know the truth. But, really, what was a little death between two friends? Not that they were actually friends….
The other hunter drove away. Dusk was coming, falling fast, and bringing a chill to the air. They went inside and, though the place was small, Jana was happy to see a clean bed. And food. Sweet, blessed food.
And … a bathroom. With a shower. Oh, heaven.
“I want to know about Project Perseus. ”
Of course he did.
“Tell me who the big players are. Tell me what the hell they want. ”
She didn’t want to talk then. It had truly been a pisser of a day. Jana began to strip.
Beside her, Zane stiffened. “Ah … what are you doing?”
He was a bright demon. Surely he could figure this out. She kicked off her shoes. Shoved off her socks. Then her fingers went to the buckle on her jeans.
“Jana!”
The jeans hit the floor. She kept her panties on, for now. Jana sl
anted him a fast look. “In case you haven’t noticed”—but she was sure he had—“I’m covered in ash, grime, blood, and who the hell knows what else. I’m showering. ” She took a nice, slow breath. “And since you’re stuck to me, you’re coming in, too. ” Zane. Hot water. Naked flesh.
Things were about to get wild.
Just what she wanted. What she needed.
No past. No secrets. Just them.
“Do me a favor?” she whispered and raised her brows. The cuffs would be a problem for her, but there was a way around them. All he had to do was … “Rip my shirt off?”
Chapter 7
“What?” The word broke from Zane, more a growl than anything else.
“Can’t really shower with it. Can’t get it off over the cuffs. ” She shrugged and gave him a smile that sent all of his blood rushing down south. “Rip it for me?”
He swallowed and his gaze dropped to her panties. Black panties that were little more than a scrap of silk. “We don’t … have to do that. ” The fingers of his right hand uncurled. Jude, bless him, curse him, had slipped him a key. “I’ve got your ticket to freedom, baby. ”
Her eyes widened and a pleased smile blossomed on her lips. Damn. She was gorgeous when she smiled.
He lifted the cuffs. He shoved the key in, and the lock snicked as the cuffs sprang open.
Then they were free. The cuffs fell to the floor.
Jana stared up at him. Her legs were curvy, smooth, and he wanted to touch them. No, he wanted to spread them and drive fierce and hard inside.
He’d been chained to the woman for over twenty-four hours, and he’d been hard for her most of that time.
Focus. There were questions that needed to be asked. Answers he had to get.
But Jana was lifting the edge of her shirt, revealing her midriff, and he wasn’t about to look away. He’d never pretended to be a saint, and he was horny as hell right then.
She tossed the shirt to the floor. Her bra matched the panties and the upper curves of her breasts thrust against the black material. The woman had great breasts. Round and firm. What color were her nipples? What would they taste like?
“You’re dirty, Zane. ” He blinked. Ah …
“You might as well shower with me. ” Then she turned away, her hips rolling in a tempting sway as she headed for the bathroom. As she walked, her hands lifted and she unhooked the bra. It fell in her wake. She glanced back at him. “No drugs are controlling you this time. You know what you’re doing now. So do I. ”
At the bathroom door, she ditched her panties.
His breath hissed out, and his hands fisted.
A moment later, the water roared on. His eyes squeezed shut. She’d be sliding under that water soon, the liquid dripping down her body. Covering every inch of her pale flesh.
If he went in that bathroom, he’d take her. He’d drive into her until they both came, until the need that had been riding him finally eased.
Sex wasn’t part of the plan. Sex wasn’t—
Fuck it. His eyes flew open, and he bounded across the room in two seconds. He yanked off his shirt. Kicked off his shoes and socks. Lost his jeans …
He wrenched back the shower curtain and saw her. Wet hair. Water glistening on her face. On her body.
Pink nipples. Like ripe cherries. He’d always liked cherries.
“What took you so long?” Jana whispered as she reached for him.
Her fingers were wet and warm. Her flesh so soft. He took her mouth, driving his tongue past her lips even as the water pounded down on him.
He’d wanted to fuck her from the first moment he saw her. They’d been surrounded by fire-and he’d wanted her.
Zane wasn’t used to denying himself pleasures. He’d tried to hold back with her, but it just wasn’t his way. Taking, that was him.
His fingers curved around her hips. She had a fantastic ass. An ass that had driven him crazy. But…
His tongue thrust against hers. Zane caught her gasp and he lifted her, easing her back against the tiled wall.
Her thighs parted. Smooth, pale thighs. Thighs that had hugged his hips on that motorcycle. They’d clung so well, and he’d wanted them wrapped around his waist as he thrust deep into her.
Not a safe woman to want. He knew that. But then, he wasn’t a safe guy.
His fingers slipped between her legs, and he found the hot core of her body. He eased one finger inside her. Tight. Sweet hell. She’d feel so damn good around his cock. He pushed another finger inside her, and she tensed.
His lips broke from hers. “Easy. ”
Her eyes were wide, the pupils big, and red stained her cheeks. But she shook her head. “I don’t want easy. ” Husky, sensual, like whispered sex.
She widened her stance, giving him better, deeper access. “Just because I’m human”-a light laugh—“I won’t break. ”
Good to know.
Jana licked his neck, and then he felt the press of her teeth on his flesh. Yes. His cock jerked, and his fingers thrust harder into her sex.
Her breath panted out, and she arched against him. “More. ”
He’d give her as much as she could handle.
“Zane!”
He shifted before her, curling over her, and he took one tight nipple into his mouth. She tasted incredible. Better than cherries. Much better. He sucked her, tonguing the nipple, and her sex squeezed his fingers.
Oh, yeah, this was going to be good.
Jana’s nails dug into his shoulders as he enjoyed her nipples. Sucking, licking, letting her feel the edge of his teeth.
Vampires weren’t the only ones who liked to bite.
There were no tender touches, no soft looks between them. The heat was too intense, and this-this was no sweet, romantic union.