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The man whimpered.
The vamp’s eyes flashed to black. “Who are you?”
“Just a woman who was hired to do a job.” This wasn’t a kill mission, but if there was no choice, she’d bring her prey down any way she could.
Besides, vamps were already dead, so it wasn’t like she was really breaking the old bring-’em-in-alive rule, anyway. Not that the Night Watch Agency really followed that rule. Not when the bounty hunters were after dangerous supernaturals.
“I’m getting bored,” Dee said. “Let him go and come with me.”
The guy was crying now. Sobbing.
The vamp’s gaze darted from Dee back to the edge of the street. Desperation filled the vamp’s eyes. So did fear.
Time for the takedown. “Let him go,” she repeated, voice lashing out, and then, Dee heard the faintest sound.
A soft rustle. A footstep?
Behind her.
She tensed.
The fear faded from the vamp’s eyes and a smile tilted her lips.
Uh, oh.
“Take the bitch out!” the vampire screamed, and Dee knew that the person behind her wasn’t just some innocent bystander drawn in by morbid curiosity. Not innocent at all. Shit.
She spun around, ready to face another vampire, ready to?—
He lunged at her, hitting her hard and fast and slamming her ass right down to the ground. At that same instant, she heard the shot. A crack of fire that would have taken her out.
Had her ass not been on the ground.
A keening cry broke the night. Pain. Fear. Not Dee’s cry, because she’d learned long ago not to cry out.
Dee stared up at the man before her. Darkness.
Black hair, thick and a little too long. Sharp-edged, hard features. Cold, gray eyes, and thin lips. Cheekbones that jutted too sharply.
And his body…his weight pinned her to the ground. His body was tight with muscle, heavy with strength.
He felt hot against her. His body so warm and?—
Ah, fuck it.
Dee rammed up with her elbow, catching him hard and fast in the chin, sending his head snapping back as she scrambled beneath him, twisting, jerking, and punching.
“Stop it! Shit—I just saved your ass!” He clamped down harder on her, freezing her movements. “Woman, someone just tried to shoot you!”
And some big and thick SOB had tackled her.
But the crack she’d heard had registered in her mind now and the cry of pain?—
If it hadn’t been hers, then it had been…
Damn. Her neck craned, and she glanced back. The idiot lay on the ground, moaning. Not with passion anymore. Pain. Blood soaked his shirt and pooled around him.
The vamp was gone.
