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As Beth skidded to a halt, Wrath dropped his hand, and the human fell to the ground. Tortured gasping sounds and hoarse gagging rang out in the shadows.
Beth knelt over the heaving policeman, glaring upward. "You almost killed him!"
Wrath cursed, knowing he had to get the hell out of there. Other cops were bound to show up.
He looked down to the other end of the alley.
"Where do you think you're going!" Her voice was scissor-sharp with anger.
"You want me to stick around so I can get arrested again?"
"You deserve to get thrown in jail!"
With a lurch the cop tried to stand up, but his legs buckled. Still, he pushed Beth's hands away when she reached for him.
Wrath needed to find a dark corner so he could dematerialize. If nearly killing someone had shaken Beth, pulling the disappearing act in front of her would only seal the deal on freaking her out.
He turned away. Began to stride off. He didn't like the idea of leaving her, but what else could he do? If he got his ass shot and killed, who would look after her? And he couldn't let himself get thrown in jail. Those cells had steel bars, which meant when dawn came, he couldn't dematerialize to safety. Faced with those two outcomes, if a bunch of cops tried to apprehend him right now, he'd have to slaughter them all.
And then what would she think of him?
"Stop right there!" she yelled.
He kept going, and her footfalls sounded out as she came running.
"I said, stop!" She grabbed onto his arm and pulled hard.
He glared at her, frustrated by the way things had gone down. Courtesy of his song and dance with her buddy, she was terrified of him, and that was going to make taking care of her a bitch. He doubted he had time to bring her around again so she would willingly go anywhere with him. Which meant he might even have to resort to taking her against her will when her transition hit. And that wasn't going to be fun for either one of them.
As her scent drifted up into his nose, he knew she was perilously close to the change.
Maybe he needed to take her with him now.
Wrath glanced around. He couldn't very well throw her over his shoulder here, just fifteen yards from the back of the police station. Not in full view of that damned cop.
No, he was going to have to come right before dawn and abduct her. And then he'd chain her in Darius's chamber if he had to, because it was either that or she was going to die.
"Why the hell did you lie!" she yelled. "You didn't know my father."
"Yes, I did."
"Liar," she spat. "You're a killer and a liar."
"At least you got the first part right."
Her eyes widened, horror dawning on her face. "Those throwing stars... in your pockets. You murdered Mary. Didn't you?"
He frowned. "I haven't killed any women."
"So I'm right about the second part, too."
Wrath eyed the cop, who was still down for the count, but gaining ground.
Damn it, he thought. What if Beth didn't have until dawn? What if she took off and he couldn't find her?
He lowered his voice. "You've been really hungry lately, haven't you?"
She jerked back. "What?"
"Hungry, but not gaining any weight. And tired. So very tired. Your eyes have been stinging, too, especially in the daytime, right?" He leaned forward. "You're looking at raw meat and wondering what it tastes like. Your teeth, the upper ones in front, have been sore. Your joints ache, and your skin feels tight. And it's getting tighter."
She blinked, mouth falling open.
Behind her the cop lurched to his feet, wobbled, and did an ass plant back on the ground. Wrath spoke faster.
"You feel like you don't belong, don't you? Like everyone else is moving at a different, slower speed. You think you're abnormal, separate, apart. Restless. You sense that something is coming, something monumental, but you don't know what it is or how to stop it. You lie awake, afraid of your dreams, lost in familiar surroundings." He paused. "You've had little or no sex drive whatsoever, but men find you incredibly attractive. Those orgasms I gave you last night were the first ones you've ever had."
It was all the things he could remember about existing in the human world before his transition.
She stared at him. Dumbfounded.
"If you want to know what the hell's happening to you, you need to come with me now. You're about to get sick, Beth. And I'm the only one who can help you."
She took a step backward. Looked at the cop, who seemed to be considering the merits of lying down.
Wrath held up his hands. "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. If I were going to kill you, I could have done it last night in ten different ways, right?"
Her head turned back to him, and he closed his eyes as he sensed her remembering exactly what he had done to her. Her desire was a sweet saturation in his nostrils before the scent was quickly cut off.
"You were going to kill Butch just now."
Actually, he wasn't so sure about that. A good opponent was hard to find.
"I didn't."
"You could have."
"Does it really matter? He's still breathing."
"Only because I came."
Wrath growled, playing the best card he had. "I'll take you to your father's house."
Her eyes popped and then narrowed with suspicion.
She glanced over at the cop again. Now he was back up on his feet, one hand braced against the wall, head hanging as if it were too heavy for his neck.
"My father, huh?" Her voice was dripping with disbelief. And just enough curiosity so that he knew he had her.
"We're out of time here, Beth."
There was a long silence.
The cop lifted his head and looked down the alley.
In another minute or two the guy was going to try to make another arrest. His determination was palpable.
"I'm leaving now," Wrath said. "Come with me."
Her grip tightened on her purse. "Just so we're clear, I do not trust you."
He nodded. "Why would you?"
"And those orgasms weren't my first."
"Then why were you so surprised to be having them?" he said softly.
"Hurry," she muttered, turning away from the officer. "We can get a taxi out on Trade. I didn't ask the one that got me here to wait."
Chapter Sixteen
As she sped down the alley, Beth knew she was gambling with her life. There was a serious chance she was being played. By a killer.
Except how did he know all those things she was feeling?
Before she turned the corner, she looked back at Butch. He was reaching out to her, one hand extended. She couldn't see his face for the shadows, but his desperate yearning crossed the distance between them. She hesitated, losing the rhythm of her steps.
Wrath took her arm. "Beth. Come on."
Heaven help her, she started running again.
The minute they got out to Trade, she hailed a passing cab. Thank God, it stopped on a dime. They jumped in, and Wrath gave out an address a couple blocks over from the one he'd told her on Wallace Avenue. Obviously as an evasion technique.
He must have a lot of those, she thought.
As the cab took off, she felt him look across the seat at her.
"That cop," he said. "Does he mean something to you?"
She grabbed her cell phone from her purse and dialed the front desk down at the station.
"I asked you a question." Wrath's tone was sharp.
"Go to hell." When Ricky's voice came through, she took a deep breath. "Is José there?"
It didn't take more than a minute for the other detective to be found, and he was already out the door to find Butch as she ended the call. José hadn't asked many questions, but she knew they were going to come later. And just how was she going to explain to him why she'd run off with a suspect?
That made her an accomplice for aiding and abetting, didn't it?
Beth put her phone back in her purse. Her hands were shaking, and she felt light-headed. She just couldn't catch her breath either, even though the cab was air-conditioned and blissfully cool. She cracked the window. The breeze was hot and damp as it blew through her hair.
What had she done? To her body last night. To her life right now.
What was next? Setting her apartment on fire?
She hated that Wrath had dangled the one carrot she couldn't resist in front of her. That he was obviously a criminal. That he terrified her, but she still got hot thinking about how he'd kissed her.
And she despised the fact that he knew those were her first orgasms.
