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it so. He was better than anyone to show her the new world she was a part of. Someone would have to.
“What do you think Vlad can tell you about this?”
Her arms were still crossed in front of her as if she were cold, but he knew his jacket should be providing plenty of warmth. “I was hoping a psychic could help me discover what’s happening, but I’ve been told that the real deal is hard to come by.”
She had a point. He’d only ever met someone with true ability a few times in his life. He could find one easily enough with his connections to the vampire monarchy and High Council, but at the moment he was not supposed to have contact with any of them. He was still pretending to be in exile.
A lot of fun that had been so far. At least now he could amuse himself while he waited for a proposition from a mysterious rebellion that might never come.
“It’s not a bad idea,” he said. “Except Vlad is a dangerous man, and it was stupid for you and your friend to even approach him tonight, let alone assault Gareth.”
She just shrugged. “Desperate times call for desperate measures.”
“Who was your friend? Is she the one filling your head with tales of Vlad and psychics?”
“She has been really good to me. She’s a relative of a good friend, and I’ve never met her before today, but she hasn’t hesitated to help me.” They walked for a few moments in silence. He had a hundred more questions to ask her, but she didn’t appear as though she wanted to talk to him, and he didn’t want to push her any more.
Really, he shouldn’t even be messing with an innocent. He was too old and too damn mean to be of any use to her.
“Who are you?” she asked him in a soft voice.
Now that was a loaded question , he thought. “My name is Marcus Grey.” He decided simple answers were best.
She was smarter than that. “And how do you know Vlad?”
He told her the truth. “I don’t really know him all that well. I have been doing business at the club for the past couple of weeks, so he and I have been spending a lot of time together.”
He looked at her face as she absorbed the new information about him. She had beautiful features. Piercing blue eyes were surrounded by pale skin, all framed by her now messy hair. Marcus felt a twinge of arousal tug at him, but he pushed the feeling away.
A piece of her dark hair had fallen in front of her face and he had to fight the urge to wipe it away.
Before he did anything too stupid with her, he said, “You haven’t told me your name yet.”
She stopped at that and gave a small laugh. “I haven’t, have I? I’m sorry. I’m Gena.”
He repeated the name in his mind. It fit her, he thought. Not that he knew a lot about her yet.
They were now approaching Fang. Gena automatically walked to the line, which was considerable in length by this point in the evening.
Marcus took her hand, and she seemed startled at the touch. If she was that sensitive to him touching her hand, he could only imagine how sensitive she’d be in other areas. “I don’t wait in line,” he whispered to her.
He kept his grip on her hand as he led her to the main entrance of Fang. The back way was easier, but he wanted to make sure everyone knew she was with him. He didn’t question his motives too much. He didn’t want to know why he was so entranced by her. He just knew he didn’t want it to stop.
The bouncer didn’t say anything to them. He just nodded in Marcus’s direction and let them on in. Once inside the club, the crush of bodies pushed against them. He let go of her hand and looped one long arm around her curvy waist. He used the pushing bodies as an excuse to pull her tightly to him as he led her to the back hallway she’d fled from earlier in the evening.
Once they reached the hallway, Gena gently tried to pull away, but he just pulled her toward him again and continued toward a pissed-off looking Gareth.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gena tried once more to pull away from
“What do you think Vlad can tell you about this?”
Her arms were still crossed in front of her as if she were cold, but he knew his jacket should be providing plenty of warmth. “I was hoping a psychic could help me discover what’s happening, but I’ve been told that the real deal is hard to come by.”
She had a point. He’d only ever met someone with true ability a few times in his life. He could find one easily enough with his connections to the vampire monarchy and High Council, but at the moment he was not supposed to have contact with any of them. He was still pretending to be in exile.
A lot of fun that had been so far. At least now he could amuse himself while he waited for a proposition from a mysterious rebellion that might never come.
“It’s not a bad idea,” he said. “Except Vlad is a dangerous man, and it was stupid for you and your friend to even approach him tonight, let alone assault Gareth.”
She just shrugged. “Desperate times call for desperate measures.”
“Who was your friend? Is she the one filling your head with tales of Vlad and psychics?”
“She has been really good to me. She’s a relative of a good friend, and I’ve never met her before today, but she hasn’t hesitated to help me.” They walked for a few moments in silence. He had a hundred more questions to ask her, but she didn’t appear as though she wanted to talk to him, and he didn’t want to push her any more.
Really, he shouldn’t even be messing with an innocent. He was too old and too damn mean to be of any use to her.
“Who are you?” she asked him in a soft voice.
Now that was a loaded question , he thought. “My name is Marcus Grey.” He decided simple answers were best.
She was smarter than that. “And how do you know Vlad?”
He told her the truth. “I don’t really know him all that well. I have been doing business at the club for the past couple of weeks, so he and I have been spending a lot of time together.”
He looked at her face as she absorbed the new information about him. She had beautiful features. Piercing blue eyes were surrounded by pale skin, all framed by her now messy hair. Marcus felt a twinge of arousal tug at him, but he pushed the feeling away.
A piece of her dark hair had fallen in front of her face and he had to fight the urge to wipe it away.
Before he did anything too stupid with her, he said, “You haven’t told me your name yet.”
She stopped at that and gave a small laugh. “I haven’t, have I? I’m sorry. I’m Gena.”
He repeated the name in his mind. It fit her, he thought. Not that he knew a lot about her yet.
They were now approaching Fang. Gena automatically walked to the line, which was considerable in length by this point in the evening.
Marcus took her hand, and she seemed startled at the touch. If she was that sensitive to him touching her hand, he could only imagine how sensitive she’d be in other areas. “I don’t wait in line,” he whispered to her.
He kept his grip on her hand as he led her to the main entrance of Fang. The back way was easier, but he wanted to make sure everyone knew she was with him. He didn’t question his motives too much. He didn’t want to know why he was so entranced by her. He just knew he didn’t want it to stop.
The bouncer didn’t say anything to them. He just nodded in Marcus’s direction and let them on in. Once inside the club, the crush of bodies pushed against them. He let go of her hand and looped one long arm around her curvy waist. He used the pushing bodies as an excuse to pull her tightly to him as he led her to the back hallway she’d fled from earlier in the evening.
Once they reached the hallway, Gena gently tried to pull away, but he just pulled her toward him again and continued toward a pissed-off looking Gareth.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gena tried once more to pull away from
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