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woman into a victim.”
“I have no desire to make ye a victim. I admire yer strength and fiery spirit.”
Did he really? No. Emma rejected the warm, fuzzy feeling. Nothing was warm and fuzzy when it came to the Undead. “You’re trying to confuse me. I won’t have you playing games with my head.”
His mouth twitched. “Can I play with yer body then?”
“No! I want you to leave me alone.”
He nodded, his face growing sad. “Ye’re right. Nothing good could come of this.” He hefted himself to his feet.
She felt suddenly cold without him next to her. She sat up slowly and hugged herself for warmth.
He wandered to the tree where his knife was embedded. “I’ll leave ye alone if ye agree to one thing.” He yanked the knife loose. “Ye’ll give up slaying.”
“Never.” She scrambled to her feet. “Your fellow vampires are murdering people. I have to protect the innocent.”
“I know about evil vampires, lass. I’ve been fighting them for centuries.”
“Yeah, right.” She scoffed. “Then how come there are so many of them? You haven’t been doing a very good job.” As if she believed him in the first place.
“They have us outnumbered, that is true.” He slid his knife into the sheath beneath his knee sock.
“Then I’m helping to even the score. I know what I’m doing.”
“Nay, ye do not.” He straightened, scowling at her. “Ye’d never survive a real fight. I lost count of how many times I could have killed ye tonight.”
She raised her chin. “You can’t make me stop.”
“Then I’ll need to be more persuasive.” The look he gave her made her heart pound. “I’ll see ye tomorrow.” He picked up the stake she’d dropped by the trap. Then he strode over to the rhododendron and grabbed her bag of stakes. “Face the facts, Miss Wallace. Ye’re out of business.”
“You can’t stop me. I have more stakes at home.”
His wide mouth curled up in a smile. “Then perhaps I should drop in for a wee visit. Ye live inSoHo , aye?”
She swallowed hard. Her and her big mouth.
“Be sure to wear something sexy,” he whispered, then vanished right before her eyes.
She glanced around to see if he had reappeared behind her. Or somewhere in the woods. No, he was gone. He knew she couldn’t hunt without her stakes.Wear something sexy. Was he going to appear in her apartment tonight? Maybe she shouldn’t go home.
Maybe she should.
Damn him. He was messing with her mind. It was supposed to be so simple. Vampires were evil and deserved to die.
But he had refused to hurt her during the fight. In fact, he’d tried to protect her. Was it all a game to get her into his bed? And then what? Would he drain her dry like the bastards who’d killed her parents?
Slowly she wound up the rope she’d used to trap Angus MacKay. This much was clear. He meant to keep interfering. He meant to seduce her. The safest thing to do was a preemptive strike. Kill him. After all, it was self-defense.
Last night, that decision would have felt good. Now, she felt hesitant. Even sad. Damn him. His psychological warfare was already working.
Chapter 5
On the fifth floor of Roman’s townhouse, Angus dropped the sack of stakes on the desk with a noisy clatter. He’d teleported to Roman’sUpper East Side home so many times over the years, he no longer needed a sensory beacon. The journey was embedded in his psychic memory. He had merely closed his eyes, concentrated, and he was there. Even so, he lifted his kilt to make sure he’d arrived intact.
Bugger. He was still swollen. What the hell was wrong with him? It was one thing to lust after a mortal, but to desire one who wanted tokill him? Roman would have a field day analyzing that. Over the centuries, Angus had come to rely on the former monk for advice and counseling. Roman would probably announce that good ole Angus was suffering from some sort of middle-aged crisis, trying to prove his youth and vigor by seducing a beautiful mortal
“I have no desire to make ye a victim. I admire yer strength and fiery spirit.”
Did he really? No. Emma rejected the warm, fuzzy feeling. Nothing was warm and fuzzy when it came to the Undead. “You’re trying to confuse me. I won’t have you playing games with my head.”
His mouth twitched. “Can I play with yer body then?”
“No! I want you to leave me alone.”
He nodded, his face growing sad. “Ye’re right. Nothing good could come of this.” He hefted himself to his feet.
She felt suddenly cold without him next to her. She sat up slowly and hugged herself for warmth.
He wandered to the tree where his knife was embedded. “I’ll leave ye alone if ye agree to one thing.” He yanked the knife loose. “Ye’ll give up slaying.”
“Never.” She scrambled to her feet. “Your fellow vampires are murdering people. I have to protect the innocent.”
“I know about evil vampires, lass. I’ve been fighting them for centuries.”
“Yeah, right.” She scoffed. “Then how come there are so many of them? You haven’t been doing a very good job.” As if she believed him in the first place.
“They have us outnumbered, that is true.” He slid his knife into the sheath beneath his knee sock.
“Then I’m helping to even the score. I know what I’m doing.”
“Nay, ye do not.” He straightened, scowling at her. “Ye’d never survive a real fight. I lost count of how many times I could have killed ye tonight.”
She raised her chin. “You can’t make me stop.”
“Then I’ll need to be more persuasive.” The look he gave her made her heart pound. “I’ll see ye tomorrow.” He picked up the stake she’d dropped by the trap. Then he strode over to the rhododendron and grabbed her bag of stakes. “Face the facts, Miss Wallace. Ye’re out of business.”
“You can’t stop me. I have more stakes at home.”
His wide mouth curled up in a smile. “Then perhaps I should drop in for a wee visit. Ye live inSoHo , aye?”
She swallowed hard. Her and her big mouth.
“Be sure to wear something sexy,” he whispered, then vanished right before her eyes.
She glanced around to see if he had reappeared behind her. Or somewhere in the woods. No, he was gone. He knew she couldn’t hunt without her stakes.Wear something sexy. Was he going to appear in her apartment tonight? Maybe she shouldn’t go home.
Maybe she should.
Damn him. He was messing with her mind. It was supposed to be so simple. Vampires were evil and deserved to die.
But he had refused to hurt her during the fight. In fact, he’d tried to protect her. Was it all a game to get her into his bed? And then what? Would he drain her dry like the bastards who’d killed her parents?
Slowly she wound up the rope she’d used to trap Angus MacKay. This much was clear. He meant to keep interfering. He meant to seduce her. The safest thing to do was a preemptive strike. Kill him. After all, it was self-defense.
Last night, that decision would have felt good. Now, she felt hesitant. Even sad. Damn him. His psychological warfare was already working.
Chapter 5
On the fifth floor of Roman’s townhouse, Angus dropped the sack of stakes on the desk with a noisy clatter. He’d teleported to Roman’sUpper East Side home so many times over the years, he no longer needed a sensory beacon. The journey was embedded in his psychic memory. He had merely closed his eyes, concentrated, and he was there. Even so, he lifted his kilt to make sure he’d arrived intact.
Bugger. He was still swollen. What the hell was wrong with him? It was one thing to lust after a mortal, but to desire one who wanted tokill him? Roman would have a field day analyzing that. Over the centuries, Angus had come to rely on the former monk for advice and counseling. Roman would probably announce that good ole Angus was suffering from some sort of middle-aged crisis, trying to prove his youth and vigor by seducing a beautiful mortal
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