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Any vamps here?”
“I can’t be sure.” Connor turned to me and frowned. His incisors had shrunk into his gums and his eyes had returned to their human form, indicating that he had some control of his wolf side again—at least temporarily. “We don’t have to do this, Raven. There’ll be other ways to find Matt.”
I shook my head. “We don’t have the time. This is our best chance to find the demon. We might not get an opportunity like this again.”
Connor stared at me for the longest time before his expression cleared. “Fine. I don’t have to tell you to be careful. I’ll watch your back as best I can, but you already know we’re going to be outnumbered, probably by ten to one.”
In an effort to hide my nerves, I made light of the situation. I plastered a fake smile on my face and quipped, “My kind of odds.”
Connor’s lips twitched before a crooked grin spread across his face. The smile made it all the way to his eyes and my breath caught at the sight of it. The expression reminded me of how he used to look at me before I had gone and spoilt everything. It was warm and easy, completely carefree. Time continued to amble on as we stared at one another. I had the sudden urge to lean across the seats and kiss Connor, to run my hands all over him—to feel his strong muscles contract under my fingertips.
When his chest rumbled and his eyes filled with heat, I cleared my throat and forced myself to face forward before I gave in to my desire.
“Let’s do this,” I managed to choke out.
I grabbed the door handle, but Connor moved quickly and before I could get it open, he’d tugged my hand away and held it in his.
“Look at me, Raven.”
I shook my head firmly. “Can’t.”
With a long, drawn out sigh, Connor put his hands on either side of my face and tilted my chin so that we were again face to face. I closed my eyes. Connor chuckled, a low gravelly sound that sent shivers through my entire being.
“Look at me, Raven,” he repeated.
I groaned and shook my head. Connor’s thumb ghosted over my bottom lip. He whispered, “Look at me.”
My eyes opened as if of their own accord and I gasped when I saw the intensity in Connor’s eyes shining back at me. He inched closer until his lips brushed against mine.
“I missed you,” he breathed.
Those three little words were what I’d wanted to hear most. When his tongue snaked out and followed the same path his thumb had taken, I lost my earlier restraint. I wanted this, I wanted Connor. So damn much. I placed my hands on his chest then slid them over his shoulders, pressing my mouth harder against his, the kiss becoming insistent, frenzied. Connor leaned into me and slipped his tongue into my mouth, swallowing down my moan. He deepened the kiss and I squirmed in my seat, wanting to get closer, needing more. Just as I fisted my fingers in his hair, an odd, whirring sound outside the car brought me crashing back to the present. Connor and I pulled apart and turned to look out of the front window just as a huge, undoubtedly heavy body came sailing through the air and landed on the hood of my car with a loud thud. I stared incredulously.
Alpha Charles Moore’s wide, lifeless eyes stared back at me.
Chapter Seven
Connor was out of the car before I’d had time to blink. “Stay here,” he instructed, leaning back inside to meet my gaze.
I glared at him. “The hell I will!”
Before he could argue, I’d turned and was rifling through my bag on the back seat. I pulled out one of my silver-tipped stakes and got out of the car. Connor was stood to the side, his head tipped back, scenting the air. I went to check on Charles, even though I knew he was already dead. Turning him until he was lying on his back, I scanned his body. There was a lot of blood on his chest and a large, gaping wound right over his heart.
“Looks like he was staked,” I said, shaking my head. “Who the hell did this?”
“I don’t know. There are
“I can’t be sure.” Connor turned to me and frowned. His incisors had shrunk into his gums and his eyes had returned to their human form, indicating that he had some control of his wolf side again—at least temporarily. “We don’t have to do this, Raven. There’ll be other ways to find Matt.”
I shook my head. “We don’t have the time. This is our best chance to find the demon. We might not get an opportunity like this again.”
Connor stared at me for the longest time before his expression cleared. “Fine. I don’t have to tell you to be careful. I’ll watch your back as best I can, but you already know we’re going to be outnumbered, probably by ten to one.”
In an effort to hide my nerves, I made light of the situation. I plastered a fake smile on my face and quipped, “My kind of odds.”
Connor’s lips twitched before a crooked grin spread across his face. The smile made it all the way to his eyes and my breath caught at the sight of it. The expression reminded me of how he used to look at me before I had gone and spoilt everything. It was warm and easy, completely carefree. Time continued to amble on as we stared at one another. I had the sudden urge to lean across the seats and kiss Connor, to run my hands all over him—to feel his strong muscles contract under my fingertips.
When his chest rumbled and his eyes filled with heat, I cleared my throat and forced myself to face forward before I gave in to my desire.
“Let’s do this,” I managed to choke out.
I grabbed the door handle, but Connor moved quickly and before I could get it open, he’d tugged my hand away and held it in his.
“Look at me, Raven.”
I shook my head firmly. “Can’t.”
With a long, drawn out sigh, Connor put his hands on either side of my face and tilted my chin so that we were again face to face. I closed my eyes. Connor chuckled, a low gravelly sound that sent shivers through my entire being.
“Look at me, Raven,” he repeated.
I groaned and shook my head. Connor’s thumb ghosted over my bottom lip. He whispered, “Look at me.”
My eyes opened as if of their own accord and I gasped when I saw the intensity in Connor’s eyes shining back at me. He inched closer until his lips brushed against mine.
“I missed you,” he breathed.
Those three little words were what I’d wanted to hear most. When his tongue snaked out and followed the same path his thumb had taken, I lost my earlier restraint. I wanted this, I wanted Connor. So damn much. I placed my hands on his chest then slid them over his shoulders, pressing my mouth harder against his, the kiss becoming insistent, frenzied. Connor leaned into me and slipped his tongue into my mouth, swallowing down my moan. He deepened the kiss and I squirmed in my seat, wanting to get closer, needing more. Just as I fisted my fingers in his hair, an odd, whirring sound outside the car brought me crashing back to the present. Connor and I pulled apart and turned to look out of the front window just as a huge, undoubtedly heavy body came sailing through the air and landed on the hood of my car with a loud thud. I stared incredulously.
Alpha Charles Moore’s wide, lifeless eyes stared back at me.
Chapter Seven
Connor was out of the car before I’d had time to blink. “Stay here,” he instructed, leaning back inside to meet my gaze.
I glared at him. “The hell I will!”
Before he could argue, I’d turned and was rifling through my bag on the back seat. I pulled out one of my silver-tipped stakes and got out of the car. Connor was stood to the side, his head tipped back, scenting the air. I went to check on Charles, even though I knew he was already dead. Turning him until he was lying on his back, I scanned his body. There was a lot of blood on his chest and a large, gaping wound right over his heart.
“Looks like he was staked,” I said, shaking my head. “Who the hell did this?”
“I don’t know. There are
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