hanging from my neck.
She went pale and made a choking noise, and then I clearly heard her thoughts.
And what are you to Shade?
…
Luc couldn’t stop thinking about Skye Cross, about how she’d heard his suggestion to leave, about how she raised his primal instincts, about how she’d resisted his trying to manipulate her mind. He could use stronger measures to wipe The Ark from her memory, but knowing he could do permanent damage, he hesitated messing with an innocent. At least hesitated messing with her mind. Her body was another story, hard to resist.
The elevator dinged and stopped at the lower level. Luc heard a raised voice through the elevator doors, the intensity of which drove thoughts of the delectable Skye from his mind.
“Get your hands off me. Do you know who I am?”
The doors swished open to the reception area, a study in gaudy red and gold. A burly, sandy-haired man was held captive in a double armlock by two guards.
Luc recognized the guy, Ryan Connelly, a lieutenant in the Chicago Police Department. He’d been invited to the casino multiple times, but it seemed the man’s will was unbreakable. He still had his soul. He was facing down Beatrix, Luc’s stepmother, impressive in her blood-red gown split in the front to reveal thigh-high black leather boots. The four-inch heels put her at eye level with the irate cop.
“Let go of me, or I’ll have this place closed down for good.”
“Threats?” Steel threaded her silky voice. “You would do well to watch what you say in The Ark.”
“Why? You can’t touch me!”
“Watch me,” Beatrix said, reaching out a hand with very sharp, long red nails toward his chest.
“I’ll take care of this.” Luc took his stepmother’s wrist. She rewarded him with a wrath-filled glare that twisted her once-magnificent features into something bordering on horrific.
“What did he do?” Luc said.
“He used the services of two of my girls and then lost his temper.” Her dark eyes flashed her anger. “Said he didn’t get what he asked for.”
Knowing the girls would do pretty much anything a customer wanted, Luc glared at the cop. “What in blazes did you ask for?”
“I know what you all are!” Connelly spat, watery blue eyes accusing. “I wanted to see it for myself up close and personal. Wanted to experience some real animal sex.”
Luc couldn’t form a reply. How had Connelly found out the truth about them? The Kindred didn’t broadcast their abilities to humans. If an officer in the police department higher up than Shade had figured out they were shifters, Luc had a real problem on his hands.
“When Katerina refused, he began beating her,” Beatrix informed Luc in a cold voice. “And told her he would keep beating her until she turned for him. Lily got away and found me and I called the guards.”
“Is Katerina all right?”
“She will be. Eventually. Her bones will heal. Hopefully her face will, too.” She’s one of mine. I should take care of this pig.
Considering the man’s offense, Luc was tempted to let her. Beatrix would rip out the bastard’s heart. The thought of watching sent blood pumping through him double time, but Luc quickly curbed his appetites. Giving his stepmother free rein with a human would be a mistake. Especially when that human was a cop. His death would bring their house of cards down on their heads.
If he disappears, he will be missed, Luc told Beatrix . Who knows if he told anyone where he was going tonight? I’ll wipe his memory and throw him out.
You are so your mother’s son. With a snort, Beatrix turned her back on Luc and walked away.
“Hang on to him,” Luc told the guards.
He wrapped one hand around the man’s forehead.
“What are you doing to me?” Connelly cried, his panicked voice raising. “Stop!”
Not an option. It rarely came to this, but Luc had to make certain the cop wouldn’t remember a thing when he left here. Ignoring the man’s screams, he forced himself inside
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