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Hell of a combination.
“Zane. Shit man, forget about your dick right now, okay?”
He yanked his gaze off the woman’s ass and zeroed his stare back on Tony. “Go home. Leave Dee to me.”
But the cop’s head started shaking, hard. “I’m not abandoning her. I’m not just?—”
“You want to be her prey?”
“What? No, she’s not like that!”
“Every vamp is ‘like that’ when they get hungry enough.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “You want to find her? Go inside and talk to Pak. You know that guy always has info about this city.”
Tony’s dark stare measured him. “And where the hell are you going?”
He brushed by him. Didn’t meet his stare. “Hunting.”
“Who are you hunting?”
Zane ignored the question and kicked up the stand on his new motorcycle.
“Who are you hunting?”
A flick of his fingers, a press of his foot, and the engine roared to life.
“Not her, you got me? Not. Her!”
The motorcycle shot away from the corner, racing right in front of an old, gray truck.
* * *
“Tell me about your change.” They probably didn’t have time for this. She should be getting dressed. Finding weapons. Figuring out what the hell they should do next.
But she needed to know more about Simon. Wanted to know and she didn’t want the blood link to tell her. She wanted him to talk. “Your parents, the vampires attacked them.” Killed them. Just like they’d killed her family. “Is that when you changed? Did they transform you?—”
He rolled away from her.
A chill rose on her skin. “Simon?”
He sat on the edge of the bed, giving her a view of his strong, powerful back. “Don’t make me into something I’m not.”
She pulled the covers up to her chest and waited.
“I was already a vampire before my parents were killed. I’d been a vamp for a year before the attack.” He glanced back at her. “You thought I was forced to turn?”
A nod.
His lips twisted. “No. I was one of the ones who chose to change.”
“Why?” The word came out husky, rough. To choose to be a vamp, to drink blood, to kill?
He rose, gave her a fine view of his ass, and stalked to the jeans they’d tossed aside at some point. He yanked them up. “I was working in the Middle East. The shittiest and hottest place the world ever forgot.” Simon turned toward her. “One night, my men were ambushed. Cut down in the road by bullets and bombs.”
Dee didn’t move. Couldn’t.
“They died around me, their screams in my ears.” His fingers brushed over his stomach. “I bled out on the ground. My leg was shot to hell. My chest torn open. Every breath I took tasted of fire, and I knew, I knew I wouldn’t make it off that road.”
“But you did.”
