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“Dee. ” Simon’s voice. Steady and too controlled. Where was her big, bad protector when she’d actually needed his butt? She fired a glare at him, then nearly winced. Still damaged.
“Dee, he needed your blood, just like I did. ”
She blinked.
“What the hell is going on here?” Tony shouted.
“I’m a vampire, you just tried to kill me, and I’m having one real pisser of a night. ” Good sum-up. Dee narrowed her eyes on Leo. “And if you come at me again, I’ll take your head. ”
A tear leaked from his left eye. “I can see my Sonja again. ”
Uh, great.
“Your bite and blood diluted Grim’s control,” Simon said. “Ask him now, he’ll tell you everything you want to know. ”
Really? That easy? Well, not really easy considering she’d had to bleed for her answers. “Are you one of Grim’s Taken?”
“He changed me. ” Whispered. “Bound by his blood. ”
Vampires. Couldn’t they ever just say things simply? “Okay, you’re one of his goons. Were you in on the setup? Did you kill that woman and leave me in her blood?”
His eyes squeezed shut, then flew open. Midnight black. “She was easy to kill. She thought I’d give her forever. ”
“Guess you did, didn’t you?” Forever in a pine box somewhere.
“It was quick. ” A shrug. “She didn’t suffer. ”
“Yeah, I’m sure there were plenty more who suffered over the years because of you. ”
His lips trembled. “Not what I wanted. Never wanted. ”
What? “Listen, buddy, you were the one killing. The one biting and draining—”
“Wasn’t strong enough. ” His gaze darted to Simon. “You know what it’s like. When he gets inside…”
He. Grim. The big badass that Simon had warned her about.
“He takes control,” Leo said, giving a slow shake of his head. “His needs became mine. You have no idea how strong he can be. ”
Footsteps shuffled closer behind her. “Tell me this freak Grim isn’t in my town. ” Tony’s voice cracked a bit. Fear would do that to a guy.
Leo didn’t answer.
Dee grabbed his bloody shirt front. “Where is he?”
His eyes narrowed on her. “Fled. Knows what you will do. ”
Okay, so now his voice was getting a bit sing-songy. Was she doing that? Or was it his blood loss? Maybe both.
“Uh, what’s she gonna do?” Tony asked.
Simon and Leo answered in unison. “Kill him. ”
Simon caught her hand. “Or at least, I hope to hell that she will. ”
“If not,” Leo breathed, staring straight at her with his hunting black eyes, “then he’ll tear you apart, Born. Rip your world away and tear you apart. ”
Ah, nice visual.
A shrill beep cut through the air. Tony swore and jerked out his phone. Leo sagged back against his chains. “Death,” he whispered.
This was the tough SOB who’d nearly taken her out earlier? He looked…beaten.
No, broken.
“It’s your blood,” Simon said, his voice carrying only to her ears. “It’s diluting Grim’s hold on him, making him remember who he was and everything he’s done. ”
Tony let out a hard expulsion of air. “What? When? Christ. How many dead?”
Dee ran a hand over her face. “If Grim has this much power, why weren’t you like”—she shot her thumb toward the trembling vampire—“him?”
Simon’s face had begun to heal. The blisters were starting to vanish, the skin lightening to pink instead of the fiery red. “Grim didn’t change me directly. Leo did. So the bond was weaker. ”
“Liar, liar…” A weak chant from Leo. “I know what you did, Simon. I know, little brother. ”
“Dee!”
She jerked at Tony’s snapped call. She eased away from Leo. He looked like he was down for the count, but she didn’t trust him.
Tony lifted a hand, reaching for her. Then he hesitated.
Dee’s chin lifted. I’m still the same.
Maybe. She hoped.
Tony’s hand shot out and he snagged her wrist.
A growl built in Simon’s throat.
Tony didn’t glance his way. “There’s been an attack. ”
Yeah, well, sadly, in this city, someone was attacked every day.
“Less than half an hour ago, vampires took out two hunters at Night Watch and they killed one of the assistants, a woman named Grace. ”
Her face iced. “What?” Not Night Watch. No one would dare to go into headquarters and attack the hunters there.
Not unless they wanted hell on their trail.
“I’ve got to go—”
His fingers clamped tighter around her flesh. “I can’t have you at the scene. Not…with the way you are. ”
Fangs and claws. Bloodlust. Her jaw locked. “Who—who are the hunters?” Not Jude. Not Zane. No, not them, please.
“Spade and Gomez. ”
Bile rose. The taste of blood—way too strong in her mouth. Monster. I’ve become just like them.
“Spade was DOA, his throat had been ripped open. ”
“Fuck. ” A snarl from Simon and suddenly he was there, wrapping his uninjured arm around her, holding her close.
“Gomez is en route to the hospital, but he’s bad. Real bad. ” Tony inhaled. His fingers brushed over her wrist, over the pulse that raced too fast. “Looks like the vamps jumped them all right after they left Night Watch. ”
There would have been too many hunters inside. The vamps wouldn’t have been stupid enough to risk a fight like that. So they’d hid in the shadows. Struck in a weak moment.
“This isn’t your fault,” Simon told her, voice roughening. But even before Tony’s lips parted, she knew he’d prove Simon’s words a lie.
“They left Gomez alive so that he could deliver a message. ”
She kept her chin up. Kept her shoulders back.
Leo, crazy screwed-up bastard, started to laugh again. So much for her blood helping him. “What message?” she asked.
Tony’s lips thinned.
“Tell me!”
“That you’re next, baby. The blood will keep pouring in the streets, and they’re coming after you. ”
She took the blow. Took it, even as her stare darted to Simon’s tense face. “They knew the first hit wasn’t successful. ” Knew she’d still been living while the vamps hit the ground. “How?”
His fangs were out. “Because word travels fast in this town and his men—” He spared a hard glance at Tony. “Know more about this city than he thinks. ”
A leak. No, a spy. One who reported to Grim’s vampires.
One who wanted that sweet promise of immortality?
Why did everyone want to live forever?
“I’m going to the scene,” Tony said, “and I’ll see if I can figure out just what we’re up against. ”
Easy. A Born Master and his gang of bloodsuckers. Guys who liked to drink, drain, and torture for fun.
“Harper, Post,” he fired at the two charmers. “Watch this freak. ”
“Run, little vampire,” Leo murmured. “Run fast. Grim’s coming for you, and he won’t stop until he has your head. ”
She glanced back at the prick.
But found sadness in his eyes. Gray eyes now, not black. “Even being Born won’t save you,” he told her. “Run, while you can. ”
Chapter 11
They needed sanctuary, and they needed it fast.
Simon and Dee ran down the deserted streets in the heart of the city. Pink strands of light crept across the sky. Dawn, bitch that she was, would be there soon.
He needed to crash. Needed the healing sleep that would come.
So did Dee. And with her fresh wound, she’d need blood. Mine.
The cop bastard ha
d gone off to investigate the attack, ordering them to stay away.
Not much choice. For now.
“Here,” Dee said, and Simon stopped in front of an all-too familiar bar. No, no way were they going to seek shelter from—
The glass doors swung open. “Dee?” A woman with long, pale blond hair stood just inside. Her eyes glittered, and her hands, bare and small, fluttered in the air. “I was wondering when you’d come to me. ”
The woman—the witch—lifted her eyes and met his stare. “And when I’d be seeing you again, Chase. ”
Hell. He had such shitty luck.
“Don’t even want to know right now,” Dee muttered and shoved past Catalina. “Cat, I’m calling in my favor. I need a roof, a bed, and protection for the day. ”
Catalina smiled at Simon and motioned for him to enter the bar. “I see you found your key, and you thought I was just bullshitting you. ”
She’ll be all that you need.
But there’s a price for her. One you may not want to pay.
He’d agreed to pay everything. To trade everything, for the chance to have full control of his soul once more.
And for revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge.
Catalina closed the door behind them. She flipped the lock, then whispered a fast spell. “One day,” she said, turning back to face them. “I don’t want to get in the middle of your war. ”
A broken laugh slipped past Dee’s lips. “A war? Is that what I’m in?”
“Honey, you’ve been in a war for years. ” Sad. “You just didn’t know it. ”
“And you did?” Snapped fast. “Thanks a hell of a lot for telling me, Cat. ”
The witch’s lips tightened. “Some things you weren’t ready to know. ” She swallowed, then pointed to the back of her empty bar, to the door with the gold EMPLOYEES ONLY sign. “Take the second room at the top of the stairs. Chase can have—”
“He’ll stay with me. ” Flat.
Simon’s brows shot up.
“Ah, like that, hmm? Fair enough. ” Catalina tossed him a smile, one brittle around the edges. “Told you what would happen, didn’t I?”
“But you didn’t tell me. ” Not flat now, furious. Dee’s hands slapped down on the bar. “I trusted you, Catalina. Watched your back for years. I never came in your bar. I respected your surface rules, never tried to push your spell—”
The spell that made all the humans walk right past Delaney’s. The spell that only let supernaturals gain entrance to the bar.
“—but you and me—I thought we were friends. ”
“We are. ” Soft.
Simon knew better than to get between two fighting women.
“Friends don’t keep secrets. ”
“You didn’t want to know this. ” Catalina’s long hair floated behind her as she walked around the bar, poured a whiskey, and drank it in two gulps. “When I scryed and found out—you didn’t want to know. ”
“My choice. ” Dee threw this over her shoulder as she marched toward the marked door. “You took it away. ”
Catalina’s fingers clenched around the glass. Dee shoved open the door. Simon followed, slower.
Glass shattered. “I didn’t take it away. ” He caught the whisper of the witch’s voice. “I gave him to you, and I gave you a fighting chance. ”
Dee didn’t glance back. Maybe she heard the witch. Maybe she didn’t.
Right then, he guessed it didn’t matter.
She awoke to hands on her flesh. Slow, stroking fingers that pushed up her shirt, skated over her stomach. Gentle. So gentle.
Her lashes lifted. Darkness surrounded her, but she could see so well.
See him.
Healed now. Not even a scar to mar his face or the bare flesh of his arms. He leaned over her, eyes intent, fangs gleaming.
Dee reached up and touched his chest. “I dreamed about you. ” Yeah, vampires dreamed. Or, in her case, had nightmares.
The flames, burning Simon’s flesh. Killing him.
He’d walked through the fire for her. Whatever agenda the guy was working, he’d sacrificed for her, again.
His gaze held hers. His fingers were a warm weight on her flesh. No aches troubled her body. No pains. Healed, just as he was.
But…hungry.
The bloodlust, rising again.
She’ll drink from any fool she wants. Drink, drain, and fuck—and you’ll be just as screwed as before.
No, Leo had been wrong about her. She would have control and she would have Simon. “Stop risking death for me,” she whispered and the words stuck in her throat.
A sad smile twisted his lips. “Don’t you understand? I’d risk any damn thing for you. ”
He kissed her. Still gentle. Still soft.
And the hunger grew.
Her hands clamped around his shoulders and she pulled him closer.
His tongue thrust into her mouth. She moaned, eager, and arched toward him.
Taste.
His hands eased up, sliding under the shirt that still covered her breasts. His fingers skimmed over her bra, over the nipples that were pebbled and hard, thrusting up against the cotton.
She could smell her own need in the air. Feel him all around her.
Simon’s head lifted. “I want your throat. ”
Drink.
Asking, not taking. The lust was there, brimming in the eyes gone black.
For vamps, blood was about power, control, life.
In Simon’s eyes, she just saw need. The same stark need that she knew would be reflected in her own gaze. Dee tipped back her head.
Should have been repulsed. Horrified. Even with what she was—
His teeth scraped over her neck.