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He almost smiled. Almost.
Then he caught sight of the marks on his wrist. Faint. Small. Two circles.
Sonofabitch.
She’d taken his blood. Gotten a lock on him.
“Fine, princess—so you know I’m coming. What else did you expect me to do?”
He stormed to the door. Car. He’d steal one from the lot, get on the road, and call for backup. Pak might even have some other hunters in Texas that he could send in for them. Easy deal.
Dee wouldn’t get rid of him this easily.
He wrenched open the door and caught the scents too late.
Three vampires. Tall, thick, with teeth ready and claws out. They stood just past his door. All the bastards were smiling.
“Knew we’d find someone waiting,” the one in the middle said, and his fanged smile widened. “Let’s see how long it takes to make the demon scream.”
A really, really long time.
Zane lifted his hands and tossed out a smile of his own. “Who’s first?”
They all attacked at once. Figured.
* * *
Dee sucked in a sharp breath and lunged forward. The seat belt cut into her chest. In the distance, the faint purple light of dawn streaked across the horizon.
Weakness.
“Dee? What’s wrong?”
She licked her lips. “Zane. For a minute there, I thought—” She’d thought he called her name.
“You should try to get some sleep,” Simon told her. “Save your strength.”
What strength? She could already feel the pull of the sun. The tiredness. The weakness. “You should sleep.” He’d been driving all night. Even outrun two troopers. Impressive. “Let me take the wheel for a while.”
He glanced her way. “I’m all right.”
She wasn’t gonna get into a pissing match with him. “Slow down and let me take the wheel.” The guy was sexy as hell, but bossy.
Good thing she liked him. Okay, more than liked him.
Don’t go there, not now.
Later there would be plenty of time to sort out the sick, tangled mess of her emotions. To see if there was anything between her and the vampire other than the thick, hot need that threatened to consume them both.
A need she felt even now. Had felt since his fingers pressed against the top of her thigh hours before.
She knew he had to smell her arousal. Just as she’d caught his thickening scent.
And the big bulge in his jeans—yeah, another dead giveaway. But he’d ignored it. She was trying to do the same. Trying.
The car slowed. Finally. The speedometer eased back down, down…eighty, seventy…
They’d turned off the Interstate an hour ago. The SUV snaked down some lonely, twisting road that seemed to head nowhere.
