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before I could get a good look at him. I just had a faint mental image of a dark-haired young man.
"If we knew that then we wouldn't need you, now would we?" Angelique sneered.
"I'm putting you at the top of my 'To Stake List,'" I said, eyes flashing. I didn't care who I ticked off at the moment. I was rewarded by a very brief look of fear on the French vampire's face. "Sleep tight, Angelique."
"Quite enough, Miss Hart," Tara snapped. I've finally pushed her too far. She leaned forward, eyes narrowed. "You are wasting time. He is killing almost one vampire a night."
"If...when I find him, and get this talisman for you, how do I contact you?" I said.
My mind was spinning. I was trying to not think about the threat to my family. At the same time, I was trying to figure out who I could ask about werewolves. Who would know enough to give me names? I needed the name of an Alpha, just to get started.
"Mickey," Tara said, and the pretty boy behind her stepped out. He was tall and muscular. Weightlifter muscular. I couldn't help but admire the way he moved with feline grace and power despite that bulk. He was oozing vampire pheromones when he stepped up to me, getting me all hot and bothered, too. He handed me a cell phone with a smug smile. "There are just two numbers programmed into that phone. Mr. Howell's and mine. I would prefer you called me when you have secured the talisman, but either of us will do. Then we can arrange to get it from you."
Yeah, I'd like to give it to you, all right , I thought. But out loud I said, "Great. I'll be in touch."
CHAPTER 4
It was Saturday night. Ten minutes until midnight, and yet the gym parking lot was full. I was a member. Joined yesterday, when I learned that Dane took a job there as their new self defense instructor.
As a full member of the gym, I was entitled to go to any class given. I was automatically enrolled, so Dane couldn't deny me access. Of course, if my ex-boyfriend told them I was a vampire they would probably revoke my membership. I doubt he'd do that, since if I told them he was a hunter they would fire him. Mutual assured destruction works to keep the peace, right?
"It's already been a long night, and only halfway through," I grumbled.
I called Desiree as soon as I woke up from the second chloroforming of the night, to find myself in the driver's seat of my Mustang. The vampire council was intent on keeping me in the dark about where their little council chamber was located. I would find it one day, but that was the least of my concerns.
Desiree was aghast when she heard what happened, and the task that was forced upon me. She sounded so worried. She should be. Desiree was my number one fang whore. Okay, she was my only fang whore. Desiree was the one person I knew without doubt I could rely upon in any situation.
Slipping out of the Mustang, I grabbed my gym bag from the back seat and headed inside. I was still wearing the damaged and slightly bloody Cowboy t-shirt, but now it was tied below my breasts. The hole and blood were hidden inside the knot.
I garnered no undue attention walking to the dressing rooms. In no time I was dressed in my workout clothes — white athletic bra under a gray midriff baring tank, matching boxers and a pair of expensive cross-trainers.
I planned to slip in unnoticed, hiding in the crowd. Unfortunately, seven people did not make much of a crowd. I was the only girl, too. Kinda stood out, you know.
I thought these self defense classes were for women? I thought, scowling at the
"If we knew that then we wouldn't need you, now would we?" Angelique sneered.
"I'm putting you at the top of my 'To Stake List,'" I said, eyes flashing. I didn't care who I ticked off at the moment. I was rewarded by a very brief look of fear on the French vampire's face. "Sleep tight, Angelique."
"Quite enough, Miss Hart," Tara snapped. I've finally pushed her too far. She leaned forward, eyes narrowed. "You are wasting time. He is killing almost one vampire a night."
"If...when I find him, and get this talisman for you, how do I contact you?" I said.
My mind was spinning. I was trying to not think about the threat to my family. At the same time, I was trying to figure out who I could ask about werewolves. Who would know enough to give me names? I needed the name of an Alpha, just to get started.
"Mickey," Tara said, and the pretty boy behind her stepped out. He was tall and muscular. Weightlifter muscular. I couldn't help but admire the way he moved with feline grace and power despite that bulk. He was oozing vampire pheromones when he stepped up to me, getting me all hot and bothered, too. He handed me a cell phone with a smug smile. "There are just two numbers programmed into that phone. Mr. Howell's and mine. I would prefer you called me when you have secured the talisman, but either of us will do. Then we can arrange to get it from you."
Yeah, I'd like to give it to you, all right , I thought. But out loud I said, "Great. I'll be in touch."
CHAPTER 4
It was Saturday night. Ten minutes until midnight, and yet the gym parking lot was full. I was a member. Joined yesterday, when I learned that Dane took a job there as their new self defense instructor.
As a full member of the gym, I was entitled to go to any class given. I was automatically enrolled, so Dane couldn't deny me access. Of course, if my ex-boyfriend told them I was a vampire they would probably revoke my membership. I doubt he'd do that, since if I told them he was a hunter they would fire him. Mutual assured destruction works to keep the peace, right?
"It's already been a long night, and only halfway through," I grumbled.
I called Desiree as soon as I woke up from the second chloroforming of the night, to find myself in the driver's seat of my Mustang. The vampire council was intent on keeping me in the dark about where their little council chamber was located. I would find it one day, but that was the least of my concerns.
Desiree was aghast when she heard what happened, and the task that was forced upon me. She sounded so worried. She should be. Desiree was my number one fang whore. Okay, she was my only fang whore. Desiree was the one person I knew without doubt I could rely upon in any situation.
Slipping out of the Mustang, I grabbed my gym bag from the back seat and headed inside. I was still wearing the damaged and slightly bloody Cowboy t-shirt, but now it was tied below my breasts. The hole and blood were hidden inside the knot.
I garnered no undue attention walking to the dressing rooms. In no time I was dressed in my workout clothes — white athletic bra under a gray midriff baring tank, matching boxers and a pair of expensive cross-trainers.
I planned to slip in unnoticed, hiding in the crowd. Unfortunately, seven people did not make much of a crowd. I was the only girl, too. Kinda stood out, you know.
I thought these self defense classes were for women? I thought, scowling at the
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