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He hung up and replaced his phone. Everyone stared at him.
“For fuck’s sake,” Endelle said, “You’re as bad as Merl here with the flirting and getting it on with the ladies.”
Duncan felt the tenor of the room shift as Luken met Merl’s gaze and Merl glared back. Trouble in paradise? Pretty typical, though. Luken was definitely the man. But here was Merl, with all his Third Earth power, buddying up to Endelle.
Gideon said, “I have to take off, Duncan. I’m training Militia Warriors in the workout center with Jean-Pierre. The Borderlands are besieged these days.”
Duncan nodded, his throat tightening all over again. Gideon gave him a crooked smile. “Glad you made it,” he murmured, then turned on his heel and headed out.
He watched Gideon go, wishing he could rejoin the Militia Warrior ranks right now. Instead, he couldn’t deny that he was being pulled a different direction entirely, one that involved Third Earth.
He was about to offer up information to Endelle straight out, but right then a strange scent wafted in his direction. It smelled like someone had planted a garden and worked the earth right in the middle of HQ, which made no sense. Without understanding why, he had to find out what that scent was.
“Excuse me,” he said.
He moved past the group, his feet in motion before he’d formed even one rational thought.
Endelle said, “Where the hell is he going?”
When he reached the double door to the hall, he pushed both open at the same time and was nearly knocked over by the same scent. And that’s when his mind fumbled all over itself and his groin heated up. He closed his eyes and drank it in, his mind now full of bright, sparkling lights.
His vampire hunger called out, needing that scent, craving it until he was hard as a rock, making the front of his kilt bulge.
But what kind of scent would do that to a warrior, except a woman’s sex?
His fangs thrummed, then descended to sit low on his lips. All that he was as a vampire came forward in that moment, full of need for blood and sex.
He heard Endelle call to him, but he was in motion once more and his hearing had numbed out. His dick led the way and he was so on board.
He reached an i
ntersection of another hallway. Turning to the right, he stopped, because the scent emanated from a woman sitting on a bench. She was bent over, her head in her hands.
Rachel.
Rachel was the source of the scent?
But what went through his head overwhelmed him: Rachel hadn’t left. She was still here. She’d waited for him.
~ ~ ~
Rachel had her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands because she couldn’t stop shaking.
It might have been completely normal because of what she’d just been through, but how would she know? The sudden appearance of the wreckers told her she’d been a hair’s breadth away from being killed then and there.
If Duncan hadn’t shown up to warn her, or if she hadn’t responded to his suggestion to get them both the hell out of there, yeah, she’d be dead. She wasn’t sure about Duncan, because it seemed to her the wreckers had been looking straight at her, aiming for her.
When she’d folded him to the HQ landing platform, she’d sat down on the tile and held him in her arms for a long moment. Militia Warriors had come running.
She’d always had a connection to Duncan, but something was going on with him that she didn’t understand. She knew Warrior Jean-Pierre had been working to bring his emerging powers forward, but what she’d felt from him was more power than she’d ever known him to have.
What did it mean? And why had the wreckers come to kill her?
She had so many questions, and no answers. But as soon as Duncan recovered, she planned to have a long talk with him.
Suddenly, a scent reached her, something she’d never smelled before and which seemed really out of place at Militia HQ. She was smelling some kind of ale, very dark and rich, and brewed with cider and spices.
With her eyes still closed, she dragged air into her nostrils and got lost in what for her brain became an entire symphony of sensation. All sorts of feel-good began racing through her veins, a combination of euphoria and an intense physical pleasure that caused chills to race down her shoulders and over her breasts, pulling her nipples into tight peaks.
