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Not dead. But close.
She gazed at him. Her thighs hugged his hips just as they had last night. The memories were there, between them both.
“Uh, I hate to interrupt this would-be make-out scene…” The other wolf mumbled as he ran a hand over his face. “But I think we got us a real big problem. ” Tension had tightened the faint lines on his handsome face.
Morgan rose slowly. Her knees wanted to wobble but she forced herself to stand. A quick glance showed the blisters on her arms were almost gone.
Such powerful blood.
Jace rose and towered over her. He glanced back at his house, and she saw the muscle flex in his jaw. “Some asshole is going to pay. ” He pointed at the blond wolf.
“Louis, get the pack. ” Then he was gone. Running back toward the fire. No, real y, just… no.
Morgan leapt after him. “Jace, stop!”
“Easy. ” The other guy—Louis—had his arms around her. She head-butted him and kept going after Jace. But Jace wasn’t heading back into the flames. He raced around the house. Leaned toward the flames. Sniffed—
Got a scent.
He spun around and stared at her. His whole face seemed to just go blank.
“Something you need to tel me, princess?” He murmured, voice a silken threat.
The fire raged behind him. They were at the edge of the glades. No neighbors to see the flames and cal 9-1-1.
His chest was bare. His eyes bright. Sexy.
Jace closed the distance between them and caught her hand. “Now’s the time. If you’ve been holding back, tel me. ”
Holding back? Morgan shook her head.
His lips tightened. “So be it. ”
What? Her head throbbed. The sun was too bright. The flames too hot, and, even with Jace’s blood, she was weak.
Almost human again.
Before she could speak, Jace had her. The guy moved in one of his quick lunges and caught her in his arms. The world spun, and she found herself hanging over his shoulder.
“Jace!” He ignored her yelp and marched for the truck.
Louis was already inside. Morgan slapped her hands against Jace’s rather fine ass. He didn’t stop marching. Didn’t even pause.
“What are you doing?” Other than hauling her around like—
He yanked open the passenger door and tossed her into the truck. “The game just changed on us. ”
Her hair fel over her eyes. Morgan shoved it back and frowned at him. “This isn’t a game. ”
“No. ”
The truck’s motor snarled to life.
“You know whose scent I caught al around that house?”
Louis pul ed out his phone and dialed quickly.
Morgan licked her lips. “Demon scent. ” It made sense. If they knew she’d agreed to team up with Jace, then they’d come after her. She just hadn’t expected an attack so soon.
“Got a fire out on Mooreline Road,” Louis said into his phone. “Send the trucks. ”
“Not demons. ” Jace spared a glance back at his burning house. “Not this time. ” His gaze came back to her. “You were almost burned alive by your own kind. It’s the vamps who came
—their stench was al around the house. They set the fucking place to blow with you inside it. ”
***
When a wolf stormed a vampire stronghold, he damn wel stormed it. Louis drove the pickup right through the fancy electronic gate at the vampire compound. “Don’t do this!” Morgan ordered Jace, grabbing his arm. “It’s a mistake! They didn’t attack me!”
Yeah, they had. And they’d pay.
The other wolves in his pack flooded in behind them.
Attacking in the daylight gave them the advantage, and Jace was more than ready to kick some vampire ass.
He jumped out of the truck and barely held back his howl of fury. She hadn’t even seemed to be breathing. Oh, yeah, vamps were about to pay. Morgan hopped out right behind him. Dogs were barking, snarling. Figured the vamps would keep Dobermans as their attack dogs.
Jace turned his head and snarled at the dog. “Bite me,” he dared.
“He won’t,” Morgan said, voice soft and wan because she’d nearly died, “but if you don’t stand down, I wil . ”
Then his vampiress put herself between him and the entrance to the vampire pit.
Not a pit, real y. More like a mil ion dol ar mansion. The vampires had to do everything with style.
“You’re choosing the wrong side,” he told her as his pack lined up behind him. But she shook her head even as he heard the soft echo of an alarm from inside the mansion. The vamps were coming…
“They didn’t do this. ”
“Their scents were everywhere. ”
The door opened behind her. He’d expected human guards. Instead, the vampires fil ed the doorway. Three men. Forever young. Pale like Morgan, but with wide shoulders and hard jaws. And eyes that burned with rage.
“What is the meaning of this, Morganna?” The first guy demanded, an old-school English accent dripping from the words.
“We’ve got a problem,” she said, not glancing back. “He thinks you tried to kil me today. ”
Silence.
Morgan blinked and, this time, she did look back over her shoulder. “Tel him it’s not true, Devon,” she demanded. “Tel him you didn’t—”
“Try to burn her to ash while she was stil in my bed,” Jace finished, his claws stretching. It would be so easy to kil that bastard. One stroke from his claws, and the vampire’s head would hit the ground.
“We merely…tested,” Devon said quietly as he shrugged. “It was necessary. ”
Morgan rocked on her heels, then spun around and caught the vamp bastard by his throat.
“Run that by me again. ”
Devon blanched. “Ah, Morganna…”
“You tested me? With fire?”
He tried to talk, but no sound emerged from his lips.
“She’s startin’ to remind me of someone…” Louis murmured from beside Jace.
“Morgan?” Jace cal ed out.
Her hold tightened on the vampire.
“I don’t think he can speak,” Louis shouted, probably in what he thought would be a helping way.
Morgan’s hold eased a bit.
Oddly enough, the other two vampires didn’t move to restrain her. Smart of them, because if they’d touched her, Jace would have ripped them apart. They just waited.
Watched. One even glared at Devon Shire, Council-fuckingextraordinaire-member.
Jace had come across Devon before. Almost kil ed him twice. Third time will be the charm.
“You drank his blood. ” Devon’s voice held a distinct wheeze now. “We had to see
…had to make sure it was making you stronger…”
“So you set me on fire?”
But Devon didn’t back down. “If you’re going to shut the doorway to hel , you have to be able to withstand the heat, Morganna. We have to test your skin, see how it’s holding up against the flames—”
She punched him, a hard right cut that took the vampire down.
“Looks like your strength’s improving, Morg,” one of the other vampire’s said, lips twitching.
Fuck this. “Kil them,” Jace ordered.
Morgan whirled around, eyes wide. “Wh-what?”
The wolves were already shifting.
“Come. ” He held his hand to her. “No sense in you watching them get ripped apart. ”
The smiling vampire lunged forward then. A tal bloodsucker, with pale green eyes and a sloping scar that wrapped around his chin. One made, not born, or he wouldn’t be sporting that scar.
The blond made the mistake of putting his body between Morgan and Jace. “We’re not your prey,” he snarled.
Morgan put her hand on his shoulder. “Paul…”
Fury pus
hed through Jace’s body. There was something between them, he could see it. Smell it.
Morgan’s blood, in the vampire. She’d made him.
Oh, the fuck, no.
His claws burst from his fingertips as he prepared to attack. The wind whipped around them, blowing hot and hard. Wait, hot?
He glanced up at the sky and saw the creatures coming. Flying toward them.
Fucking flying in daylight.
Demons.
“They are the ones we need to fight!” Devon screamed as he scrambled to his feet. “Not each other!”
This from the asshole who’d torched his place?
But then Devon surprised him. The guy grabbed Morgan and hauled her back toward the house. “You’re not strong enough yet. We can’t let them get you!”
Now the asshole was protecting her?
Jace’s men spun around, snarling at the new threat. A threat that smel ed of brimstone and death. The demons looked like humans, for the most part. Their faces appeared human, their bodies shaped like men. But they had claws that sprouted from their hands, claws even sharper than a wolf’s. Big and strong, demons had eyes that blazed as red as hel and skin that was twisted and marked with scars that sliced across their flesh. Demons could fly. Demons could control fire. And, most days, demons could kick ass. Not today.
His gaze met Morgan’s. A vampire in the sunlight. Even with his blood, how strong could she be?
He shoved back the one she’d cal ed Paul. “Get inside. ”
Paul didn’t move. “We fight, we don’t flee, we—”
The demons hit the ground and came running. The wolves turned, holding their line, not attacking, not yet.
Not until Jace gave the word.
“I’m the one who gets to rip you apart,” Jace promised. “Not them. ” Demons…
“Now get Morgan inside. ”
“Jace!”
He didn’t turn at her cry. He grabbed Louis, stopping his friend before he could change. The heavy metal door swung shut behind the vampires.
The demons were smiling, showing fangs as sharp as a vampire’s.
“Guard the door,” Jace ordered. “Nothing gets to her. ” No one. Louis nodded.
“Send them back to hel ,” he told his men as his bones began to shift. The change didn’t even hurt, not anymore. Al he could think about now was the battle. “In pieces. ”
The wolves attacked.
***
“They’re fighting for us,” Devon’s voice trembled. “They’re actual y honoring the agreement. ” Morgan paced. She’d quickly changed once she’d entered the compound. No longer overexposed in Jace’s shirt, she now wore jeans, a t-shirt, and her boots. As she paced, the sounds of battle seemed to burn her ears. Howls. Screams. “We need to be out there!”
But Paul shook his head. “The demons came at us in the daylight. They knew we’d be weak. ” The sun would set soon, just not soon enough for them.
“They didn’t know we’d have the wolves with us!” Devon was al but crowing. “The bastards can fight and kil each other off, and when night comes, we’l be stronger than them al . ”She was tired of the Council leader’s bul shit. Jace had fed her twice. He had to be weak from that loss, and now he was out there, fighting, while she stayed safe inside?
No.
“What if I’d died this morning?” She’d never forget waking to that blaze. The bastard must have planted one of his bombs. She knew he’d taken out other enemies that way over the years.
Am I an enemy?
“It was merely a test, Morganna. Merely—”
More howls from the wolves and screams from the demons. A demon’s scream sounded like nails ripping down a chalkboard. “What if I’d died? Jace had to pul me from the fire. He could have left me there. I would have burned. ”
Devon just stared back at her with his soul ess blue eyes. “Then we would have known the plan wasn’t working. ”
The big plan. To mix the blood of a vampire and a werewolf. To create a being strong enough to shut the doorway to hel , a being who’d be able to survive the fires of hel long enough to make sure that doorway stayed closed. Forever.
A vampire couldn’t do it on her own. Fire kil ed vamps too easily. At least, it had before. But today, the fire hadn’t destroyed her. An inferno that should have kil ed her had only left her with blisters.
“You just need more blood from him,” Devon said with a nod. “More blood, and you’l be strong enough for the job. ”
Paul had moved to peer through the series of spy holes located along the room’s perimeter. “Or he wil be. ”
Now Devon final y showed emotion. Confusion. “What?”
Paul whistled. “That wolf is cutting right through the demons. Slashing every last one. Never seen anything like this…”
She shoved him aside and stared through the spy hole. Her gaze locked on the wolf, a wolf that was bigger than he had been last night. The giant black beast turned around and Jace’s bright stare flew past her as he snarled.
His teeth and claws were covered with blood.
“He’s not supposed to be that big,” Devon muttered. “I’ve seen him shift before, he’s not—” Devon broke off as he caught her arm and jerked her toward him. “You let him drink from you. ”
Her shoulder seemed to burn, and she remembered his bite. “You know the rules of a werewolf mating. He had to drink. ”
But Devon started shaking his head. “I didn’t realize…the bastard knew! ”His hands wrapped around her shoulders, and he hauled Morgan off her feet. “Don’t give him anymore blood. ” Spittle flew from his mouth.
“What? Look, you know you don’t have to worry about me turning him. Werewolves can’t become vampires. ”